There were days when she wasn't like this. And then there were the days when she was. Today was one of those days wherein she WAS...like this. Times when she felt like some worthless being who just 'lived' because it wasn't her time to die just yet. Her family was always there for her. They were loving,they were all she she could ask for and more. The same thing with her friends. She had nothing to complain about. They were perfect. But then why did they make her furious? They were innocent! Why did she have to direct her anger on them,of all people? Why not direct her anger to someone or something WORTH her rage? Why them? Why?...She didn't know why. She was a lost soul. She didn't live. Yes,she breathed,but she wasn't alive. Yes,her heart pumped,but she didn't hear it. Her veins ran with blood,but she didn't feel its living heat. She didn't feel anything. Only pain and sorrow..Mirth was repulsive to her. To hear someone laugh would cause more tears and more pain..To know someone in the world was happy and that she wasn't. And that she never would be.

She picked up a bright sunflower today. But there was no sun.