Fragments: she's made of

Her whole mind is shattered.

Her heart is being wrecked bit by bit.

She is used of being unappreciated.

She is used of being overlooked.

She is used of them ignoring her feelings.

She is used of being as "nothing".

Melancholy is her playlist.

Tunes of woe fills up her container of air.

No trace can be found.

She finally got something to be good at.

Hands of gold waves at her.

180, 160, 120.. 

Each wave, knives are being thrown.

Stabbing her multiple times.

She flashes the biggest curve in front of her.

Curves flashed back at her, too.

She hopes.

She pleads.

He would be able to help her..

She flashes the curve, as it becomes blurry.

She quickly look for the surface that prevents the pouring.

A sigh of relief.

The moment of truth.

She exits the room.

She received an empty sight,

He won't understand. Never, will he?

She is used to, right?

She unlooses herself- her talent.

The biggest curve everyone thinks as it is.

And 

she

goes

home

Alone

Again