She keeps smiling
to hide the pain inside her.
She keeps giving advices
but why can't she give herself?
She keeps listening
but how come no one ever listen to her?
She keeps pretending everything is alright
when deep inside she is dying.
She wants to tell someone about her problems
but no one seems to care.
All she ever wanted was to feel that someone cared about her,
to tell her everything will be alright. To hold her.
To wipe the tears from her face.
To show her that someone cares about her.
