She's laying alone again.
No one's holding her hand again.
She's crying silently again.

Nothing ever changes. ?She's always going to feel alone.?No one's going to care or notice because she always hides her feelings with a fake smile. She's learned that no one will care unless she's pretty or dying. No one wants a depressed, self destructive mess of a teenage girl. She has so much potential but she just can't see it. She can't see just how much she means to others.

She's terrified. Her mind scaring her more and more with every passing second. Nobody has ever been able to understand the small girl with dulling green eyes. She never let anyone close enough to understand because she didn't want to scare them away or end up hurting them. She wouldn't dare inflict this type of pain and torture upon another soul.

So she laid alone in the dark of night, closing her eyes as her demons took ahold of her mind loud and clear. They made her do things that she wouldn't ever want to do to herself. But as long as it shut them up for a while, then she would do it. Just a distraction. She told herself daily that it wouldn't always be this way but she honestly never allowed herself to believe that repeated, unbelievable statement.  She barely believed a single word anyone said. The voices told her not to believe anything accept them.

Day in and day out she suffers in silence. She takes out their pain and anger on herself. She skips meals, over-exercises, and beats herself up daily so no one else has to. She can't help it, it's the easiest way to distract herself and stop the demons if only for a second.

She'll be okay one day. It may not be for a few years but she'll be alright. But for now, she hides behind fake smiles and long sleeves, crying in the lonely space of her dark bedroom.