She was a walking sad song. Her soul was a beautiful melody but her mind told lyrics about the razors that kiss her skin, the frowns and the tear-stained cheeks. Her veins silently vibrate with the faint beating of her shattered heart. She hides her demons behind a sweet smile, silently screaming for help. She drowns in bottled up thoughts and insults "too fat" "too loud" "too smart" she was too much so she removes a part of herself by crying an ocean of tears at 4 am and the only thing that's holding her together was her fragile arms and the razors by her side. She opens up her skin desperately wanting to be free she's been trying to feel better but nothing ever worked so she ended up as a sad song playing in an old coffee shop with barely anyone listening to her. But in the corner of the coffee shop, someone's enjoying their morning coffee with her tune happily stuck in their head.