"Tomorrow is another day...."
She said, as she kept her head on her pillow.
And just like every night...she cried herself to sleep.
The day was sunny but it rained at night.

Well is it really okay to not be okay?
Then why do they call it 'another drama'
When she tries to say,"....I---eh---I am not fi--fine..."
They say it's a genration gap...and these teens act this way!
But if they see this...then why not then...
when she sits alone in her room all the time
when she cries on tired afternoons
when her anxiety takes over...where are they!?

Her best friend...a person she believed the most
Betrayed her...and she is broken from then
She disgusts over the world...can't trust anyone
sometimes lonely...its all blue and grey.

It's good to feel deeply
But for her it has become a curse
As she still battles with her pain everyday.

Every cell of her body screams
As light falls on her
She is done with these days
carrying this big ball of fire around!
She craves for the nights to come
The dark comforts her
As she loves playing with her demons
Under the moon.