Was she just a dare?

She sat inside her dark silent room,
looking out the window, staring at the moon,
wishing she was dead,
but nobody knew...
Inside herself is her own private hell,
she lives it everyday, but nobody can tell.
She thinks to herself, and doesn't tell a soul,
but her heart is now hollow,
and she is a fool.
She just wanted you to know she cared,
but your anger was thrown at her in a flare...
was she just a dare?