She was just sitting there in the dark,
starring at the ceiling.
A lit cigarette in her right hand, music blasting through her earbuds, cold tears were staining her cheeks, her eyes became red.
She was feeling numb.
The voices in her head were screaming, but from the outside she seemed so calm, even though she was far from calm.
She learned how to hide everything from everyone, even from her friends or best friends.
All she did, was putting a fake smile on, and make jokes, even though she hated it.
She hated herself, her body, her voice, she hated her mind.
She hated the way that she acts, and the way she felt. She just hated the way she was.
