She’s go nowhere to go,
it’s finally come down to this-
crying in a corner, trying desperately
to pour her feelings onto paper.

No one around to dry her tears,
she hides the pain behind her smile.
She’s tough, but not all throughout.
Knowing that he doesn’t love her kills her,
she hates the feeling of being lonely.

Everyday she wishes she was someone else;
someone else’s feelings, body, and spirit. 
Maybe someone would love her then.

She knows he doesn’t care; it kills her.
Expressing herself was never her best quality.
She was never good at many things,
but she got medals for fucking up.