The worst type of crying.No one knows my tears. Because I cry alone. No one cares. No one wants to hear of my pain, so I keep it all to myself. How sad is that? After hiding it for so long, I feel like a pro at it.
One moment, you are happy with your life and everyone in it. The next, you feel like your life could not get any worse. Life is a big roller coaster ride, and it is not easy. Unfortunately, depression comes along with the territory.
She's learned to hold all her feelings inside until late at night, and cover her mouth with her hand so no one hears her. She's perfected her fake smile. And she's been taught - oh so painfully to build her walls up high, to keep everyone out.
Just like how it is going to become better in the end. Why do I doubt this? Because every time anyone has ever said its going to be better or tomorrow will be better. If they were going to be better then why did it turn out worse?