She died.
No one noticed.
No one cried.
No one knows what happened.
She wasn't killed.
She didn't commit.
No one noticed because,
she was still living, still breathing.
It was her true self that died that night.
A mask was placed.
A mask of deception.
Everyone likes the mask.
Everyone but her.
She looks happy on the surface but,
underneath is a damaged girl, wishing
her screams were heard.
She died.
You didn't realize because there
was no wound to show.