Who would've known

Behind the smiles are a hurting heart

A single teardrop streams down her pale face,

 a single letter wrapped in lace.

 As she fakes her final smile,

 who would know that this was the last,

 glares and laughter fill the hallway, 

who would know the truth of her past. 

Her hidden legs covered in scars,

 her pain and hurt kept behind bars. 

Who would guess the lies she was in, 

who would guess the torture she'd seen.

 A broken home filled with drama and tears,

 her last pieces of hope eaten by fears. 

She's tired of the misery, 

tired of her suffering, 

sick of the world from which she has nothing to gain,'

 sick of the people that have caused so much pain.

 So is this the end? Or is this only the start.

 Is there anyone to heal her breaking heart? 

Waiting for the sun to light up her days,

Warm her weak body with it's glistening rays.

 Will anyone notice before it's too late? 

Is she ready, is this her fate? 

Will she let this all slip away, 

Is there anything left for her to say? 

With her glassy eyes and those faraway looks, 

her steady walk and pile of books, 

she walks down the halfway for one last time,

 the bells in her mind have begun to chime.

 she'll leave the people that have caused so much pain, 

leave the world that has been so unkind,

 and a single teardrop streams down her pale face, 

but nobody notices as she leaves this place.

Author's Note

Please review. I would love to hear what you would have to say.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Great narration. As I was reading I could imagine the scenario.

[ms.seliz]

This is very well written. I think you did a good job conveying her sadness and hopelessness for her situation. As the reader, it left me feeling sad as well; especially with the last line, "but nobody notices as she leaves this place."