Falling, Crying, Shattering, Fading.

A girl is falling,

falling,

down to Hell.

“No, don’t touch me there!” she yells.

A teenager is crying,

crying,

in her room.

Her day is already ruined, and it’s only noon.

A reflection is shattering,

shattering,

to the floor.

She doesn't know what to do with herself anymore.

A soul is fading,

fading,

Away in the night.

She’s not okay, she’s not alright.