She's scared.

She's depressed.

Tears fed her

day and night

because she feels better

only after shedding some tears.

She swallows the pill

hoping it'll be of use

and cure her

ease the pain.

She's too scared.

She can't tell her peers.

Because in this case,

they're naive.

The know nothing about it.

They'll only make things worse.

They won't understand.

They can't help.

She trembles,

and she doesn't know what to do.

Tear after tear

she sobs and sobs

feeling so helpless.

Hope?

She doesn't know.

Fear grips her

and her eyes moisten everytime

she thinks about it.

She can no longer smile.

She can no longer be happy.

"Don't fret."

Oh, how she wished she could not.

She wants the torture to end.

She wants it to be over.

Once and for all.

Is that too much to ask?

She wonders.

She's crumbling

and she's hurting.

She's scared.

And the tears

painfully

continue to flow.