Wet tears slip down her face. Writing meaningless words on a blank page. Trying to grasp her feelings in perfect words. To make even her darkest moments shine. Black smoke fills the room. Clinging to her spine. As she empties her head of all her dark thoughts. Dark enough to make her blind. Of all the heartache and confusion. Black. Numb. That's all that's left in her mind. She writes meaningless words on blank faces. Trying to stand out and dissapear. Trying to find something real. The red end of her cigarette burns away her pain. Crushing pills, digging deep for something to show she can feel. Tears mixed with rain. Cutting her deep brings pain. Better than numb. But makes her "sick" "suicidal" but none of them understand. She's just a statistic. While her breath comes in sharp and quick. Might be her last few. Just meaningless words written on a blank heart.