The moment her heart stopped beating as she slowly enters the room they lay. looking around she sees nothing but white walls and a face full of pain.
A bitter taste can't leave her mouth as the doctor walks in and says what you must with his face in a pout.
She skips a funeral to go out and party should do what you want them whenever she may please. She'll stay out late on school nights so pocket things because in her world now everything is free.
The great food when does your friends are never to be found. The drugs in her pocket will start to be the only thing she can rely on to be around.
All everyone else sees a stupid girl who does stupid things. but what they don't see it is if she'd stop and think she's start to think of memories.
Memories of being held laughing crying with the person that loves you the most. But that would kill her faster than the alcohol to drink for the cigarette she smoked.
It would hurt her more than the cut she hides from others so they won't see.