People always looked at her, their heads tilted,
she hid her face behind a book, escaping from interaction.
When they looked at her, their first thought was "mouse".900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIiIfb8tMBz
For she was tiny, shy and quiet, her voice barely a whisper.
When they first met her, they learned a lot.
They learned she had a lot to say, but instead she kept quiet.
They learned she hated herself, but she just kept herself locked away,900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTaURdT82Lq
for fear she would be a burden to them.
They slowly pulled her out, but she got worse.
She damaged her skin.
They kept her breathing, but she just pulled away, locking herself away. 900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVlY5MPVk4r
She cried, tearing herself apart, while trying to keep a smile locked on.900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPZ77PSTPrr
"Im fine," she said, with tears streaming down her face.900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkBTSjMILrN
She lied.
And then they started to pull her out.
They wiped her tears, made her laugh.
They held her, and her tears stopped.
She stopped damaging her skin.
They helped her and she helped them.
She began to smile, and the darkness she lived in went away.
She put her thoughts on paper in swirls of colors and written words.
She became better, slowly.
But now she's okay.
Her heart is no longer heavy.
She loves them.
They love her.
She smiles often.900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjgOxX4tNHf
They made her okay. Not fine, but at last, Okay.900Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6hu3waojgt
and then Add to home screen.