As darkness fills her room, the moon quickly flashes its light.
Taking away all the sorrow and endless sigh.
She used to be so happy, like a rose on its glory.
She used to put smiles over chaos and uncertainty.
But now only left was nothing, emptiness enveloped her sorroundings.
All the screaming have been resisted, 'she's okay' people said.
Over and over again she would stand, thinking purely but to fight.
Bruises and scratches wouldn't hurt her, not as lies will do.
Now that you are nowhere to be found, what will you do?
Your steps becomes heavier and your breathing gets harder.
Giving up you think but look your heart it won't sink.
World may not know your story, because you've long been forgotten.
But always remember, the pain is not really there.
