Empty Hearts-

Bout' 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Cold out. Leaves are falling. Pond water is rippling. Birds are migrating. And I'm thinking. And thinking. 

And hurting.

  Madelyn K Bowman

Empty Heads-

I didn't dare excuse myself from the classroom. I just left.

Running and running until I reached the nearest bathroom. Shutting the stall door, sinking to the ground and cover my face. It's a normal thing.

"It's sad when you get hurt so much, you can say 'I'm used to it'" 

Said some tumblr girl who probably had a melt down or one little depression mode over her petty boyfriend. 

"It's sad when you suffer from depression so much that you can't even sit in the classroom without feeling like God's not on your side." Said me. Pretty sad right? Yeah, I know. My heart and brain team up to remind me everyday.

If this were a movie or a romance book I love, three mean girls would've come in and miraculously got the stall door open and ask me, the freak (duh), if I was gonna cry some more. That doesn't really happen. 

Not usually at least.

    Madelyn K Bowman