She smiles with what she has left, yet tears are un-dried. And though she has much to say, she bottles it up inside. If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you wont recognize, the girl is really me..
Sometimes the pain is to strong to bare, and life gets so hard you just don’t care. You feel so alone you just sit and cry, every second you wish you would just die. Then you start thinking who would care, if one day they woke up and you weren’t there.