"Why am I crying?" She'd ask herself the same question every night. She dug her face into her pillow, hoping to stop the tears from flowing, hoping to stop the pain from growing. But she realised whatever she did, no matter how hard she tried to smile and pretend that everything was okay, at the end of the day, she'd lie on her bed and hurt alone
Nobody understood her. Nobody bothered to. Nobody cared. Nobody tried.
Her mornings were filled with regrets. She regretted not hurting herself the night before. She regretted all the promises made. She regretted waking up. She regretted living.
Her eyes were swollen and red. Her head felt heavy, just like her heart. With so much burden to carry at such a young age, she found it hard to push herself out of bed and out of misery.
She looked in the mirror. She covered her flaws with make-up. She smiled. She convinced herself that she was happy. She lived in a lie. She was in denial.
But that's the only way she gets through her days.