From the outside of the house was a happy family. A girl with long brown hair and black eyes and light brown skin. A little boy with blond hair, blue eyes and freckles. Two loving parents that take their kids to parties, babyshowers and give back to the community. But remember that was from the outside.
Once there was a girl with long brown hair and black eyes and light brown skin. She saw what it was like from the inside. She was quite and no one listened anyway, so she sat in the corner and watched. When they got mad they took out there anger on the closest target, her.
She got depressed, she thought life wasn’t worth living. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the little blue eyed, blonde hair boy. So she sat in silence and she took a blade to her wrist and thighs, she took pills, and she kept vodka in the bottle and she was practically dead anyways.