Music: Hachiko, a dog's tale.

I would advise you to listen to the music while reading this:)

A girl.

Sad. Alone. Rejected.

What is there to life other than hurt feelings and painful words.

She often wonders why life can't be more than the sunrise. The east and the west. The horizon.

Life.

Often rejected by the ones she loves. Abandoned by the ones she trusted would always be there. Hurt by strangers who couldn't care less.

Never truly felt at home; at peace. Always moving. Always running.
Refusing to get hurt again. Refusing to be left alone in the dark. Refusing to be rejected by her loved ones.

She cries out to the maker of the universe: Why?!

Tears streaming down her face.

Why have you created this being who no one wants? A rag trampled on.

But all she heard was a simple: Trust me.

How can she trust, when all she hears is vain words.

No friends to share her feelings, her pain. Many girls she picks for friends often leave. Make excuses, and forget about her existence. Only remembered when they need something. Just a talking buddy. She hates the word.

But what about her internet friends? Will they leave too if they knew her? Scrub her away?

She cries every night. Slipping in and out of depression.

Oh how she wants to share what's on her mind, her heart, without lectures. She wishes for an ear who would listen.

No one hears her silent cry, as she slips into her own world full of stories and fantasy where everything is cared for. Everyone has a motive.

Why can't she feel the presence of the Lord? He had told her he had a purpose for her. A job that he had entrusted to her to. He had promised something good and wonderful to come her way, but first she has to be lead through the valley of Sorrows. Pain. And Hurt.

She lacks the relationship he wants to have with her. She reads her Bible, searching for answers, but finds nothing.

But she has hope.

The promise her Lord has enlisted for her being. Despite the scars, she pushes through the thorns that never seem to end. Awaiting for the promise to take place. Restless, she continues to abide in him. Knowing well of the losses she will face.

Though her faith is the size of a mustard seed, she won't give up. Not now.

She puts her head up, and walks bravely, even though it hurts.

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Sorry, I would add more, but wattpad is acting up a bit....enjoy the rest of your day or night! I know, I don't sound too enthusiastic, I guess I'm just tired. Its almost midnight anyway 😅