She is the fake smiling girl.
She wonders when they'll notice.
She hears their heart-breaking words.
She sees their points and laughs.
She wants to go home and cry.
She is in disguise.
She believes everything they say.
She seems totally okay.
She expects her misery to last eternally.
She should keep acting like everything is perfect.
She accepts all the hate.
She is a depressed child.
She pretends she doesn't cry when she is home.
She feels alone.
She touches the cold blade against her skin.
She worries that someone will see.
She cries because of the pain.
She is letting everything go.
She understands she'll be leaving her father.
She says it's for the best.
She dreams of not being here anymore.
She tries to hold back the tears.
She hopes her plan will work.
She is finally doing what she has always wanted to do.
She gives the rope a tight knot.
She does the pleasure of wrapping it around her neck.
She handles tightening the knot harshly against her neck.
She ignores the thoughts of her loved ones.
She assumes they'll be better off anyway.
She is fulfilling her wish.
She wishes to be breathless.
She remembers to knock the chair down.
She imitates a hanging chandelier.
She thinks of nothing as she hangs not moving.
She admires the darkness surrounding her.
She is finally gone.
