She puts on makeup because she thinks she isn't beautiful.

She wears nice clothes so people won't judge her.

She smiles because she wants to make other people happy. 

She laughs so people won't know she's crying inside.

She acts happy so people will never ask her about her feelings.

She pretends to love herself knowing she doesn't.

She keeps her feelings in so people won't judge her.

She cries to herself so people won't see her.

She cries about anything and everything.

She hates her life because no one loves her.

She just wants to hear a simple phrase.

She just wants to hear someone tell her they love her. 

She worries she'll run out of paint to paint that stupid, fake smile she has everyday. 

She wishes to be noticed by somebody, by anybody to just feel happy for once.

She fantasizes about things she know will never happen.

She cries about things she knows people say.

She often finds herself hating her life.

She thinks nobody will ever care.

She even finds herself trying to smile, and crying because she thinks she looks ugly.

She constantly looks around and thinks people are better than her.

She just wants to dissapear.

She wants to stop ruining peoples days.

She just wants to cry all day.

She wishes every night to wake up pretty, skinny, smart.

She looks at herself in the mirror everyday and just thinks about her flaws.

She wants to stop living.

Only one thing stands in her way. A boy, a boy who will never love her. A boy who will never know the pain she goes through. He'll never truly know her. But she keeps on hoping, waiting, loving. Getting more broken everyday. Holding onto that little threshold of what might someday be.