she was what everyone needed. a hand to hold, a song to carry a note, a shoulder to cry on... but she didn't feel like she was needed by someone.
she made everyone happy, but little did they know, that she was the least happiest of them all.
the loneliest person you'll ever meet.
the air in her lungs are what she feels everyday, that keep her company as she drags on,
plastering a smile for everyone to see.
she stopped crying because she couldn't produce more tears.
she stopped sleeping because she couldn't think outside of her own imagination.
she got weaker and weaker everyday.
the people around her made her feel like the loneliest person on the planet,
just a body keeping a soul warm enough for someone else.
she felt ashamed,
that her own thoughts were betraying her...
she felt empty,
as if her loneliness was filling inside her all at once.
what do they say?
the one that appears the happiest could easily be the loneliest of them all
-a.
