She drifts through the crowd.Shuffling quietly, her head bowed.Hair covering her face.As she walks through the chaotic space.She get bumpedand pushedSmashedand Words get are lashesagainstherskin. It's Starting againShe's wants to raise her head.But the world shoves her lower. She pushes them away. Her friends. She barries herself In her overly large hoodies. she slices her hands in the darkness of the night, And as the blood drips down her hands. She releases the pent up Screams andTearsandPainthat will never truly go away.