1am rolls in and she sobs quietly
Perfecting the art of crying without a sound
The pain she felt was immense but in public her weeping self would never be found
A great façade she put on
Not for the masses but simply because some pains was not to be shared
Alone and barricaded inside her own mind
A solution,an answer even temporary she longed to find
It was easy to wake up each day and throw it all behind
But to all it's as If they were blind,
As though they shut her out,muffled her shouts,painted over her dark canvas but no ,that isn't so
She simply does not want to inform the world
That she is a depressed girl.
-Chapter song; I Can't Breathe by Bea Miller.
