The Real Her

Theres a side in all of us that we hide. She hides her dark side well,better than others do. The side that she's scared of showing to you. The side that scares her and makes her die slowly inside. She hides it from you because she knows you won't understand it if she lets it show.

On the outside, she creates a facade. A her that's fake. Who you see isn't who she really is. This is only the character she's created.

She'll smile and laugh and help you while she cries out for you to look deeper than the smiles and laughter; to look deeper than the act she's putting on. But you never do. You're scared of what you might find under her fake facade.

She'll keep the pain locked up inside her even though it hurts her. No one ever notices. Not even the people that claim to be her friends, not even the boy she talks to and will inevitably fall for.

Her life is a cage of lies and disaster but still she moves on. Each day she hopes that it gets better, but it never does.

Slowly it becomes too much to take. The pain becomes unbearable. The secrets pile up and the silent darkness within her takes over.

Everyone silently watches as she falls, as she breaks, as she dies. Not one feeling of regret, not one tear of sadness. Nothing. They watch with unseeing eyes as she fades away and disappears into the dark and cold night. This was her story yet no one, no one, knows it. No one knows this girl, no one ever cared enough to know her; to know her better, to know how with each passing day a little bit of her crumbled.

You didn't care. The last words to leave her blood red stained lips before she took the fall and left her miserable life behind.