Today is a Day

She walks down the street, to her house, where no real happiness awaits.
She walks down the street, after the long bus ride.
A call, lingering in the air, of her name, from a not too far distance.
She turns around, warily.
Of course, she knows who it is and she knows she isn't being beckoned.
It's just another one of those days, where she finds herself unneeded, unloved.
She keeps walking, careful to keep her eyes, not on the cracks in the sidewalk,
but on the path infront of her.
Again, the call is made. Her name.
She grows careful and does not turn around.
She keeps walking.
Hate floods her mind.
This girl who has parents.
This girl who has friends.
This girl who has a steady job.
This girl who does her homework, and gets it in on time.
Her mind floods with hate, and death and a yearning for a life that will never be.
She, who walks down the street with the call that seeks out her weaknesses and throws her hard onto the ground.
She, who smiled once.
She walks quickly to her door, and unlocks it with tears in her eyes.
She shuts it quickly as her eyes blur.
It was never supposed to be like this.
She runs to her room.
It was never supposed to be this hard.
She slams the door, knowing that no one is home.
It was never supposed to be a world of hate.
She crawls onto the roof and holds the knife steady in her hand.
It was never supposed to be.
And she will be no more.