That she's never afraid.
It's not true that she never compare herself to anyone.
It's not true that she's ok. She's slowly losing it. She's slowly losing her spark, her smile, herself.
It's not true that she doesn't need help. She's suffering alone in the corner of her room.
Begging.
Begging for someone to stay...
Begging for someone to listen...
Hear her whisper...
Help her...
