No one notice her but she there.
No one hears her but she speaks.
No one cares about her but she cares about them.
No one sees her cry but she does.
No one knows her name but she has one.
No one knows her pain but it there
No one know her story but she a open book.
No one ever sees her cuts but she has them.
No one know her but she a girl broken waiting to be repaired just wait for some one to care. Writing her story on her skin waiting for someone to love her enough for her to let them in.
