She cries dried tears
as she stands in the corner
but the thing is that
no one notices.

She screams and shouts dreadful words
as she fights the demons inside her
but the thing is that
no one hears.

She has a million scars hidden
under her sleeve shirt
but the thing is that
no one sees.

She believes she's worthless,
a depressed *******
but the thing is
no one cares.

She's a cry for help,
a disaster to be.
but the thing is that
no one will realize until it's too late.

Then their cries will come
their screams of regret.
But this time the thing is,
she would never know.

W.H.Y~