She goes through a lot, yet you don't know.
She suffers abuse and doesn't let it show.
She cries so hard that her cheeks swell with tears, she laughs so hard so that there is nothing for you to fear.
She screams so loud that she loses her voice, and stays quiet and still for you not to worry.
She doesn't say that she's dying inside, and she smiles so bright that it shines in the midnight sky.
She's fine, she will always say that she is fine.
You don't see the pain in her eyes or the fear in her heart because you don't want to.
She's been broken and left to pick up her own pieces so many times that she distances herself from those who try to help.
You see the streak of tears remaining on her face and you don't say a word.
She does her part and hides what she feels to muster the screaming inside of her head.
She can no longer handle her emotions and she has lost control of her actions.
She zones out to try and escape her reality.
When you do ask about her problems and she opens up, you tell her they're bull shit and she hasn't been through shit.
Don't tell her not to worry, because it won't make her stop.
Try to comfort her, don't tell her to cram her feelings down her throat and forget they were ever there.
She tries so hard to protect you with her lies, you can see it in her eyes now yet you don't care enough to say a word.
If she starts to feel numb and empty inside, don't let her think that it's alright.
If you try to help and she denies, hold her dearly so that she won't breakdown and cry.
Give her space sometimes because she will get furious and lash out on you.
Yet remember she has no control anymore.
Don't blame her when she won't forgive you when you do something so wrong that it shatters another piece of her already broken heart.
If you say that you will be there for her and you really aren't, then stop saying it because she won't be able to trust you anymore.
You can't talk about her behind her back and think that you're still friends when she punches you in the face.
She can't control herself and you aren't helping anymore.
So just walk away and don't say a damn thing.
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Depression Is My Kryptonite
PuisiA jumble of extremely depressing poems written by me. And ramblings that feature mood swings every other second. Oh well.