She tried so hard for everyone to like her that she became a mosaic with no glue to hold the pieces together. The glue was missing like the person she was when she woke up in the morning with no makeup on, nobody to put on a show for. She became a string of personalities and emotions. She lived her life waiting for that string to snap.She was a girl who never stopped playing make-believe; it became her life.
She was the desperate gasps of air in between sinking back down under the water. Shattered glass composed her mind, but those on the outside saw no cracks. She was a collar buttoned too right allowing for the slightest suffocation. She was a trigger to the head, a button labeled 'self-detonation'.
She was a daughter, was a friend, was a girl who once was little.
She was a girl now too far gone; she lost the drive inside her head that told her why her heart kept beating.