Frilly, White, and Sparkles
as i sat in a room that was painted white, and floors were painted gray. i looked around at the lifeless room and wondered what had came. What had came that made all the people go from this joyous place? What had made such a loud room, turn into a room that could hear a needle drop. But not the same needle that made the marks on my right arm, but the one that used to hold my hair up with a charm. but the charm is gone, and my hair is in a mess, as i sit there wondering how life had come to this. How i went from a perfect person to just a disgrace? Or how i had driven everyone from this place. Then i realized that it was me that came. And now i know why evryone has forgotten the name.