“You can’t do anything right!” They yell from across the hall that she walks down.
The air around her cold just as the people around her.
“You’re a waste of space, no one cares.” They say, their words spinning around her head. The words  wrapping around her brain leaving scars as the spin and twirl
“Just go and die already, nobody would miss you.” The words sharper than the blade that has run across her arms
She walks home showing no emotion, but inside she’s falling apart.
Closing the door she sighs and slumps on her bed
She pulls out a tangled mess from her bag and plugs them in her MP3 Player
The buttons click as she searches,
Searching for that song that will put her mind at ease
Classic Rock for the days she’s energized, singing every lyric
Pop Music when she wants to dance around, she smiles and moves around not caring
The buttons stop clicking and the song starts playing
Her mother used to sing it to her when she woke up
Her dark green eyes closed as she hums along
In her mind, she’s in her mother’s arms and she sings
Her morning lullaby, happy and encouraging
Her lips curl into a soft smile as she sings along with her mother
This was her song that she relied on
The song she needed when words couldn’t be formed
The song showed her love when she felt unloved
Lyrics lightly traveled through the headphones and into her scared mind, healing each cut tenderly
Through the headphones, she hears the song that makes her feel alive.