Her heart was once full, happy, and joyful, it became empty, and dull. Her eyes, once bright have become full of void, and her real smile was nonexistent, no happy, and not real, now just shows how hurt, and depressed she really is. But she’s gotten used to faking everything that it became apart of her.

She’s got so much pain inside her, she just wants to release it. Her head spins, the voices ring. She doesn’t remember how to not cry at night, but hey, she’s smiling, so she’s okay, right?

She fakes a smile and does her makeup,if she looks just fine then no one will care. She acts like she’s fine so no one can tell. She’s smiling like an angel but she’s living through hell.

She’s fighting a battle that no one can see, and she’s the greatest warrior no one could ever be. But who is she fighting that no one can see? The answer is easy; she’s at war with herself and the voices in her head. She’s a mess, but she can’t clean herself if the voices in her head, telling her of all the horrible things in life.