The Girl

There was a girl

A happy girl

She had lots of friends

Friends that would worry

The daily question would be

"Are You Okay."

The girl would force the smile on her face

And responds with the classic line

"I'm fine."

Masking with a happy persona

She tries to hide her face with her silky raven hair

However, there's one thing she didn't know.

The people who knew her

The people who cared for her.

And the people who've been with her through thick and thin

Knew that it was a lie.

But they weren't certain of what was happening.

Quite a few other things she didn't know

Everyone admired her

Some were jealous of her.

Everyone wanted to be her

People had wished they were her

Just like a flower

She was fragile and beautiful.

She had a smile

A unique smile that would light up everyone's world

The sun outside couldn't compare

But behind doors, the flower would slowly wilt.

Her smile would disappear

Her face hurt from smiling so much

But internally, she was hurting.

Her chest felt heavy

She felt like she was holding back a lump in her throat.

The heavy feeling in her chest got heavier and heavier

In her mind she thought about everything.

The bullies, that degraded her self worth to nothing.

They succeeded, she felt like nothing.

She felt like she was just another body in this world

That everyone overshadowed her.

She thought about the first boy she and ever loved

The one who she truly felt something for

The one who would make her heart skip a beat

Her heart would always feel like it's leaping

The butterflies would flutter in her stomach.

Then one day

It was all gone.

The warm feelings she would feel

The way her heart felt so...happy.

The feeling was long gone now

And all she felt now was a void

She felt numb.

But no one knew that.

No one really knew what she was going through.

They could only look at her externally

They had no clue on how she felt internally.

No one.

The girl gets off the bus and says goodbye to her friends.

Everyone was oblivious.

They had no idea that it would be the last day they laid eyes on her.

No one knew that the warm goodbye she gave

Would be the last goodbye they would get from her.

The flower is no longer.

Because no one nurtured it.