I Am Depressed

Shatttered... She wants the world. She wants to grab it and hold it in her hands and throw it to the ground with as much strength as she has in her little body. She wants to watch it shatter into a million pieces as the world hits the floor. The world and everything inside it is being ripped apart into pieces. The girl looks at the pieces flying and sliding across the floor. She can relate. She can relate to the cracked and broken pieces laying cold on the floor. Just laying there broken. Shattered. The girl picks up the pieces of the broken world and it feels like broken glass. She can see her reflection in the broken pieces. It's like looking through a kaleidoscope, and that is all the encouragement she needed. She threw the world as hard as she could at the wall and watched as the already broken pieces shatter into even smaller pieces. The pieces of the world are spread out across the floor and the girl walks all over the broken pieces listening to them crunch under her feet after each step she takes. She sits down around the pile of the broken world and observes what she has done. The world and herself are smashed, cracked, and no more.