A girl was once broken.
She sat alone in her room.
Her head clouding with thoughts.
She would look out her window and start crying.
The Broken Girl they called her.
She had decided to be mute for the week.
Not a word.
She ate littler and littler every day.
She started getting self-conscious.
She started writing her feelings.
She had pages and pages and pages of feelings.
She would bring out a lighter and watch the pages burn at Midnight.
Her only escape from her broken life was music.
She played guitar, she listened to guitar music.
Whenever someone asked her something, she sat in silence.
Tuned out every noise.
Replaced it with her beloved guitar.
And she remained broken her whole life.
Because she refused to be helped.
She refused to be happy.
She refused to be loved.
She refused it all.
Just to die alone.
In her broken world.