Secrets

It’s a secret on how she goes through her depressed days.

She’s even surprised on which of her friends stays.

Internet is her best friend.

Music is her therapist.

Writing is just her escape.

She danced to tire her out when she was bored,

Not sex.

Instead of cutting she just cried herself to sleep.

She needed sleep.

Her heart may be broken

She doesn't try to let it get her way.

Even though they may be unspoken

She still lays in the middle of the night woken

Because of him.

Her smile has been fading

Nobody knows why.

Bags under her eyes have been growing

Some people know why.

Reviews

[Muchypuu]

I know how you feel.
But,
Remember this :
nothing lasts forever.
This too will pass.
Keep writing !