She sits alone in silence
With nobody around.
She listens for a nose,
But, of course, there is no sound.
Her angry music blasts loudly
While she's crying inside/
She's greatly alone in depression;
Something she's trying to hide.
Inhaling all her troubles,
Her sorrows, anger, and pain.
But exhaling nothing
Because she has nothing left to gain.
She's feels she's in a crowded room.
She screams, no one looks up.
She doesn't feel the need to cry,
But instead she cuts.
She sighs in calm relief
While the crimson tears flow,
And the only thing running through her mind
Is how much she can't let go.
Many complex emotions
Run through her twisted mind.
From ugliness, to imperfection.
From lonliness, to suicide.
Although around her loved ones,
She makes a good impression,
The fact of the matter is
She's dying inside, from depression.
