She crys and crys,
Tears of rain.
But deep inside,
There is no pain.

There is no pain. 
There is nothing there.
Nothing to see, 
Because the cupboard is bare.

And so is her page,
And so are her thoughts,
And so is her stomach,
So are the taunts.

Yet each day,
She pretends its bad,
Because in all truthfulness,
She's just that sad.