I wake up, go to school, come home, go to bed, then repeat. Every day i do the same things. Yes i have friends, but like everyone else in the world they don't care. If you saw me walking down the street your brain would automatically give out warning signals "stay away stay away" it would say, and you would stay away just like everyone else in this world. so every day i crawl into my shell, my armor, and i face the world that judges me with every step i take. You would think that someone would notice the girl with the jet black hair and red lined arms, and they do, but no one cares to say "are you ok?" "can i help you?" no one cares about me and im fine with that. But if you do feel like caring just leave me alone.
snippet from The shell that used to be me
The shell that used to be me