It hurts.
It truly does.
The single tear.
That always shows up.
She hates her self.
More than she realised.
She hates this.
What she is.
She wonders if she could ever truly smile again.
If she could ever be truly happy again.
She wants to not have to change her photos.
She wants to look at each image and see nothing wrong.
But she does.
Each and every time she looks at her self.
She see too many things wrong.
And she breaks.
Over and over again.
One day she is fine posting upbeat things.
The next its scary, depressed and sad is her status.
But who ever reads them.
Who even listens to her soft cries at night.
All she wants is for someone to just sit there look into her eyes and see the battle she has lost and won.
She wants someone to see why she hates herself.
She wants someone to just look and say "I know".
But no one does.
No one does.
So she just sits there and let's that single tear she has been holding back fall.
It falls just like her.
And as she blinks it drops.
And as it drops so does she.
Because she is the tear.
Begging to be set free.
Tired of being pent up, held in.
But she wipes the tear away.
As if it wasn't there in the first place.
As if she does not hate everything about her self.
She doesn't speak.
She never speaks.
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Midnight Thoughts
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