She loved him, but he did not know. For he kept fantasizing about the girl he loves which is not her. She listened. But what he did not know was every night she would cut and curse herself and ask herself why wasn't she her? Why did he love that girl instead of her? Why wasn't she good enough?
So she cried, endlessly. For she was falling for a boy that loves another girl. A girl who is not her, and could never be her.
