The girl with a broken world

She was broken and torn laughs here and there never could she escape despair.

As she walked her halls eyes dull. She imagined the center of her world alive again but as she passed her lovers locker tears stilled down her face. She wished ever so longing to go to her home. Heaven is not a place for toys or in devine. Once she got home she snuck past her dad seeing the bottle roll from his hand she walks up to her land of clouds she hugged the person she loved tightly for her grave carved lightly dead flowers rest brightly on the stone.