2AM Thoughts

No Help

I fell to my knees and let the tears spread across the wooden floor.

As I yelped and cried trying to get it all out, I stood back up.

I made my way over to the large mirror in the corner.

Mascara was running down my face.

My cheeks were swollen and puffy.

I laughed at how vulnerable I looked.

"Stupid boys, playing me, hurting me, ruining me!"

I heard a knock sound from the opposite side of my door.

My sister walked in.

I turned my back and continued to fold laundry.

The tears were still falling, silently.

This is why I can't get help.

I'm too good at hiding.