Her fingers were stuck while brushing through her dark brown hair, "Just like our friendship" she thought.
Her mental health deteriorates slowly, day by day, even though she puts on a smile on her face everyday, those are the masks she wears covered up her tears and aches.
Her friends forget about her at times, leaving her alone in a quivering mass of humanity, feeling low, yet no one notices it.
Her family loved her, her grandparents showered her with love and care, yet their aging eyes, blurry sights, covered the scars on her wrist, and they never knew, how sad she was.
Her mind, kept her awake the whole night even though she wants to fall asleep and never wake up. Sleeping pills did not work for her anymore, because she is already immune to them.
Her flaws were pointed out, but her beauty never was. She is just hoping someone will tell her "You are doing ___ well." or "You are beautiful" She will be satisfied, by this 1 sentence because no one ever told her that.