she was weak. nothing out of the ordinary there. she knew no one was there for her, she knew she had to face the bitter world alone. no one understood her, they all thought her life was perfect. friends, family, boyfriend, they never knew any of this. whenever they asked what was wrong with her she lowered her head, silent. she was to used to being hurt to care about it anymore. she didn't want the world to see how weak she really was. on went the mask. the smile that convinced them all that she was okay. she wasn't. night after night she'd sit there. silence screamed at her
