You think she's okay?
Of course it seems like it.
She's laughing and smiling but on the inside she dying.
You think she's trying to hard?
You have no idea how hard it is to force a smile.
Yo think she wants attention?
She just wants to be heard.
You think you know her,
But the truth is YOU DONT.
She's crying herself to sleep and every morning she gets up and forces a smile all day long. She want to be happy but she feels like no one really cares. She just wants to smile and really be happy, but because of you.
Because of her peers.
Because of everyone around her.
She's lost. In a black hole.
Of sorrow.
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Time Can't Cure The Broken Hours
PoetryMonsters don't sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head.