Once upon a time there was this girl who had a dream, and her dream was to be something that one person would appreciate, but soon she found out that dreams weren’t meant to be perused. And this was the ending of her fairy tale, all of her love, care, and passion was flushed down the toilet. With just one little flush just one little swirl just one little fall, ended it all. Her dream, it was shattered like when your fist hit the mirror and the blood escaped like it was never apart of you. This was rock bottom where she found that all her wishes were always counted on the farthest stars so far from arms length and out of reach and all her hopes were destroyed. Who flushed her soul that lead to a downward spiral? Just waiting for a hand, anyone’s hand at this point, no size or shape was set to any standards, anyone. She just wanted someone that should have taken her hand and appreciated her like she deserved. But no one seemed to care enough, and she told me that its hard to care when no one else seems to give a damn. Wings once grown upon her solid spine in which she could rely on for support had collapsed. Wings that were broken when she fell to the ground. Again her heart was cut, but this time no one came around to stitch the wound. She always thought that she was more than this; she always thought she was enough for some one to care about. This was just one of too many countless remarks and rejections she had received from the ones she thought loved her, again she was wrong. So disappointed, so used, so much nothingness consumed her after she was abandoned. From then on this girl dreamed no more for fear of falling. Never again will she trust. Her heart left bleeding in a bottomless pit. Decided to suck it up and cut her heart off where she lost all love and the feeling of being loved. From that day on she never smiled the same, from that day on she NEVER EVER FELT THE SAME, from that day on she never ever really lived again.