A small coffin in a graveyard on an abnormally sunny day, there's no black outfits, there's no crying friends or family, only the poor man sent to cast out the body of a young girl who was never really noticed. She was quiet, shy, and ignored. she had a secret she never told a soul, she was dying inside. She couldn't stop the hole in her soul that formed long ago in a dark room drowning in her own tears as the screams and blood filled the hallway. From that day she died a little more each time she woke up to a bloody sunrise. She tried to cut away the pain, she even tried burning the pain away, she even tried starving herself to be a beautiful standard. Nothing stopped the black hole from growing. She died alone with no one to miss. or notice her absence. On that stormy day, she ended the pain in the only way she knew, she cut till her skin was more red than pale, she swallowed every deadly dose in the apartment and drank all the alcohol her withered body could take. She didn't want to wake up one more morning with the other side of her bed frozen or see one more happy family. She had taken this torture for as long as she could. So she died alone with no one to miss her or to notice her absence.