lexi61299

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BC2KnVg8zSA (As you read this diary please listen to this song in the background.)
A girl.
A black diamond among pearls.
One who chose black over pink, red over purple.
One that was misunderstood.
One who was meant to shine but stayed in the dark.
A girl, whose life was lived in darkness.
For the darkness, was her sanctuary.
She lived for the time when she could escape into pitch black.
Only there, was she able to shine.
She danced and twirled as though she was a ballerina.
She sang as though she was in front of millions.
But no one would see it.
She tried to invite people in.
But they all claimed it was scary.
Her santuary.
Scary.
So she stayed with her black nail polish and dark clothes.
And she died.
She died as a girl who never got to shine in the light.
And she wanted it that way.

This girl did not die yet. In fact, she is speaking to you now. Now, may I invite you to my world? My sanctuary?
Talk to me if you wanna. I don't bite. Much. >u>