That girl,
The one who always smiles,
The one who is quiet but never shy,
The one with an average score,
The one you have never seen cry.

What you don't know is
Under those pink, purple and green
Bracelets and watch
Are where the scars hide
Every night she cries
And wonders why.

The piece of paper she has written
Saved in her top drawer of the left
Never being able to place it
Tomorrow will be better,
She keeps telling herself,
She seems fine but
It is because she will never tell.

Until she finds the courage
To leave the letter
And her mom will find it
Along with herself
Maybe with a smile on her face
But that time it wont be fake.