Omzombz

    “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?” She questioned but no one answered. Sitting in the corner, she always runs to for comfort. Even though everyone says, they care but end up judging her whenever she tells them what is wrong. The only thing she can turn to for comfort is her favorite bands. She pleads and cries hoping one day, someone will rush to her side and comfort her. But no one comes she’s waited 3 years for someone to finally turn up and say “ I’m here for you, you don’t have to feel out of place, nor turn the radio up so loud no one can hear you screaming at the top of your lungs. I am here and I