She hardly speaks a word to anyone, and by the end of the day her face is gone.
She doesn't want to talk about it.
She thinks life is complete bullshit.
She doesn't want you to know.
She tries to hide it on the surface, but below her pain slices through her veins.
She is ashamed that people realize her game.
People told her she wasn't good enough.
She told herself that she had to stay tough.
People noticed the marks and scars, she thought her pain could never go that far.
The cuts of a blade that left this little girl afraid.
