CPM-1993

She looked out the window to the cold rain that dripped down the window. The coolness felt nice against her feverish face. One by one they left her alone. But can anyone see her? She sat upon the window seat like always. She looked like herself. Her voice was the same but they all didn't hear her. The rain was always a good excuse to dance when she was crying. The pain she knew was coming but she never stopped her from smiling. Everyday she was hurt from people who never read her story. With every painful words and actions another cut went on to her scared wrist. Scared with so many hurtful memories from those who never read her story. Th