Ana

She writes her songs and her poems, not one person know 'em. She listens to the sound of her music, she's stuck to it like a tick. If someone took the time to listen, her true colors would glisten. She's put on a mask, and hid everything when someone asked. She was the type of girl who would always laugh, making you wish it would last. She was the type of girl who would smile the day away, too bad it is no longer that way. She is now the girl who is depressed, I bet you're impressed. Since no one could tell that she was going through hell. Everyone thought she was happy, when really, she felt crappy. Everyone thought she was having the time of her life, who would have guess her best friend was a knife? She spent her days alone, she seemed to do everything on her own. Never once wanted help. Thought she could do everything herself. Then the day came, when she lost the game. She fell apart, and everyone saw her broken heart. They saw the way she overreacted. Oh, if only you saw the way she acted. She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed, no one knew what it was that she needed. They saw her tears, and that was what she feared. They found out she wasn't okay, oh, she hated that day. Everyone found out about her secret, and she wish they'd just forget, but she knew they couldn't, and that they wouldn't. She left that town and started over, no one knew she went undercover. She said she got better, when really... something else occurred. She secretly hurt herself, and walked away from help. Everyone thought she recovered, when really, she was undercover. She secretly wanted to get worse, no one knew of course. No one cared to ask, if she was wearing her mask. Now it's too late, she locked the gate. Killed herself, everyone had forgotten she needed help. Goodbye cold world, this was a story of a girl who once loved everyone then feared who it was who won.