No one knows her, not really.No one knows that behind that smile, she's dying inside.No one cares either.Not her friends, family, anyone.No one knows she lays awake at night, hugging her pillow, letting the tears run down her face.She loves the nighttime whens she's asleep.It's like she can escape for a little while.Except that even her dreams are haunted by the memories of what used to be.She hates everyone around her.And everyone knows.She hates herself even more, but no one knows.No one.
