Just another morning in a town there lived a teenage girl looked all cheerful, full of happiness yet tired of her life.
The first thing she learned about life was that
no one was coming to save her
Not when the house went silent.
Not when the lights stopped working.
Not when her chest felt so heavy.
She lay on her bed every night, staring at the wall
There was a time when she used to cry.
Now, she just… don't cause there are no tears left to cry
And because crying didn't fix anything.
It didn't bring people back.
It didn't fill empty plates.
And it most definitely didn't pay the bills.
That night, something inside her changed.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just a quiet decision.
Which was just enough.