She's not happy, It's been awhile since she was,
Feeling tired and lonely, She wish to have atleast one person,
in her life who truly knows her.
Pretending everything is ok when it's not,
She wish she could ripe up the pages that make up her life,
She'd burn them and not think twice.
How could she live life like this?
No one to truly talk to, no one to laught with,
no one to hold her when she crys,
no one who knows that when she smiles its a lie.
Giving up part of her for the sake of others, wishing
She could do everything she wanted to.
Hiding behind her quiet personality, in which no one understands
her, everyone takes time to just judge, but no one ask if anything
is bothering her.
How could one live life in sadness all the time,
She prayed for the answer but no answer she could find.
Why her? how long will she be this way, will she be
this way each and every day? She's not happy what more can she say.
Sadness confused for being depressed, but its her cry for help,
for one that's in distress.
How could those who say they love her and care for her not reconigze this.
All she have is herself, she can only count on herself and no one else.
She wonders if god knows she's truly not happy?