The Nameless Girl

     Long ago, there was once a girl who traveled through life without a name. She could never love since no man ever loved her. A tragic story is this one, full of misery. Take her tale into account and remember her.

     The nameless girl is confused and drained from trying to please everyone around her. She tries and tries to not disappoint, but ends up disappointing herself the most. Her intelligence is lacking and her memory is fading, not to mention her heart has been broken into tiny pieces. Her friends are undependable and so is she. No good comes from this girl, only sadness. She tries to be happy, or at least make everyone think she is happy, but she never has been. Her sadness acts like a microchip planted in her mind, there since the day she was born. Her eyes give away her despair, but her smile fades the signals. Death seems like an option, however she can not bring herself to hurt those she loves even more, so she placates herself with music, books and writing. It must be hard for anyone to understand her ways, since she herself does not even understand her ways. 

      The girl lives in a dream world, wrapped in reality. She moves along with the crowd, afraid to stand out too much. Her methods of living are unsuccessful and her choice making skills are and have always been under par. She struggles with right and wrong; family and friends; life and death. Always unorganized she jumps along her activities aimlessly. 

     One day the girl grew into an adult, working and living a seemingly normal life until she vanished into thin air. Cursed by an evil man, she was locked in a tower high above, secluded from the world. Her hair grew long and greasy, her skin went pale as the full moon and yellowed with malnourishment. She cried herself to sleep every night and laughed her loneliness away during the day. Patiently waiting for her rescuer she stays in the tower, for she was locked in with no key to escape. Unfortunately, no one ever came. She withered and died at a young age. Her corpse lays there rotting away, though no one is close enough to smell the stench. 

     There lays a girl, whose life was a lonely wasteland. Never to be found, never to be saved. A pitiful pile of dust is all that remains of her; the girl who traveled through life nameless.