Alone

Alone, Lifeless and Dead are the words she felt, how could she go another day without thinking, I could've done something. Its actually sad, but knowing she didn't like sympathy, I just tried to stop her from doing something, she would regret. She would cry herself to sleep, thinking nobody would notice the bags under her makeup but I knew better. After school she would go smoke, drink and other unimaginable things. I try to stop her, but I guess her other friends are more important than me and she only needs me when she is in some deep shit, but I will always be there for her.