Smile

And she had that one smile that she always wore since she woke up until she laid down at night and let it all out. Wondering how long she would have to keep putting up with it. How long until she died on the outside because on the inside she already was, slowly ever so slowly. But if you pay close attention you could see that it wasn't the same anymore. Her laugh, the way her eyes use to shine when she talked about things and people she loved, the way she carries herself. She use to hold her head up high but now you see her looking down everywhere she goes. She avoids everyone, hoping they don't ask what's wrong because where would she start? How can you talk about what's wrong when nothing's right? You just can't. Eventually that smile will cease to exist.