Notes

Skin wrapped around tightly around her bones. Tighter than a man drowning and holding on a branch as if it was his life depending on it. Her bones poked out like the glimpse of stars shooting across her eyes as she looks at the one and only. Her hands colder than the devils soul. Her skin so white looking as if she was born drowned in bleach. Her hair darker than a cigarette addicts lungs but much cleaner. She was careless, she didn't look both ways if cars were passing by. Why do the words " You're not alone " make you feel as if your more alone than ever. She was more alone than ever. With father kissing death in a bottle. It wasn't long before his beer belly were to explode. They looked at her in class, not because she wore all black and hair extensions, no she seemed like a normal human being you'd see walking into Disney land. Smile, warm cheeks, healthy skin, and bright eyes. You don't have to look the way you feel. That's what many people misapprehend .