Every night there's a girl who cries.
You can't hear a sound but she's louder than ever.
She tries to hold on but it gets tougher every day.
She looks up to the sky and wishes how she was up there.
You look up and wonder why people would want to leave so early.
You walk past her down the street and don't even realise that she is there.
Last night she looked through the mirror and she saw the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.
Last night she disappeared from the world.
You saw her on the news this morning and all you saw were stars in her eye's.
Drawing and poem by me.
