She was glass.

Very fragile indeed.

So insecure about what she couldn't succeed.

She learned to deconstruct herself in order to spare her feelings.

The glass turned to shards and the shards to sand and the sand to stone.

Becoming cold and unbreakable made her weakness less shown.

But just because you turn the other way doesn't mean we don't know how hard you pray or the hours you put in each day just to say you're free.

You cannot hide what has always been known.

When the colors show you know how we have tried, yet she still died.

After all the crying.

All her lying.

Every occurance of screaming, cowering, and pleading.

Turning yourself into something you're not may give you sanctuary for a small while, but the moment you realise that it's a prison rather than paradise you will see all the damage this girl had done to me.

- Ariah Christman