Poem
No one sees the hurting child
No one sees her pain
No one sees her black tears
No one sees

She has scars
She has cracks in her skin
She is dead but somehow she is still living
And learning

Learning to be strong
Learning to be fearless
Learning to feel
Learning to live with pain

That girl who try to make the world around her happy
While she slowly dies piece by piece inside
But no one sees
No one tries to see

They just break her happiness
They break her reason to live
They break her
And they expect her to put the piece back together
And be strong, be happy, be brave, be proud, beloved

Not knowing day by day she slowly fades
She slowly dies
No one has seen how much she has cried
No one sees
No one sees the hurting child