She weeps,
Alone in the dark confines of her room, she weeps
The children outside her door laughing, too young, too blind to see that behind the playful smile and taunts she’s dying
The grown see her as something of a negative, oblivious to the fact that behind the supposed attitude and insolence is a girl fading away in her pain
She weeps in the darkness, quietly hoping that the people not listening won’t hear
She weeps because she wants to be caught, be caught so she can finally have a reason to speak out and no longer have to hide behind the façade nobody knows isn’t her
But they never do, so she weeps
She weeps to the inanimate objects of her room, hoping for the comfort they never bring
She doesn’t know why she feels like this, why she is really so unhappy, so she supposes she weeps for it all
She weeps until her savior called Unconsciousness brings her peace, saving her until the next night when he leaves her to do it again.
