She sat on the porch watching the midnight sky, wondering what's above. The muggy warm air holding her because nothing else will. Her feet black from running from the bullies. Her skin still not damaged but, she thinking, what if i do? Who would even care? She still doesn't hurt herself because the world is doing enough of it. She's all alone but, it is better then being judged with the piercing stares. She was getting stronger, her thoughts were dulling down because she stopped caring. Yes, she knows it is not the best choice but, it was either that or hurting and just breaking her completely, with no return. She's just sitting there staring at whats in front, seeing how peaceful it looks. She wondering how it can just look that way, and if its fake. Finally she realized it is not what everything looks like, it is within but, what if all you ever know is the outside? Like a plant is gorgeous on the outside but, could be filled with vemon and poison but, how would you ever know.