No one sees her when she’s crying
No one sees that deep inside she’s dying
Quickly sinking close to drowning
Sunrises give her the sign that it’s not her time
She stopped praying for eternal night
She’s trying to fight just to feel right
But no one sees
No one hears
They all flee
Come back when they have needs
Sorry the well has run dry
She doesn’t even have tears left to cry
Muthafuckin drought
Mind consumed with clouds of doubt
But others only care when she’s filled with sunshine
Want to be around as long as she doesn’t open up and pour out the dark side of her mind
She’ll be ok soon
Just let her be alone in her room
She’s just having a moment
Give her a minute
She’ll ask for help if she needs it
She always gets through it
Not my problem
Shit gets annoying
Why is she crying now
No one sees her
When will she accept that as fact?
Or is it fiction?
Fact or Fiction
