Missing Piece

Words become emotions written on a piece of paper. She laughs about her pain now, but she cries later. She thinks that no one will ever love her now that she is broken. The most precious gift that girls try and hold on to well someone stole it. 

Feeling like an outsider became normal for her. Putting on a smile daily she is so used to people hurting her. Trusting people again was like this now growing brick wall. It will take something strongr than bulldozer to make it fall.

Grey skies  begin to surround her, and no one knows or understands what is wrong with her.