Her cries for help are silent. Unheard and unheeded. She smiles ear to ear, but deep inside she’s broken. Shattered and in pieces. Everyone around her thinks she’s at her happiest, but no one ever asks if she’s okay. Like truly okay.
Things are not always what they seem, faces can hide as much as they reveal. Feelings are very much real, but people only see reality as things that can be seen or touched.
The pain is driving her insane but she keeps it in. Deep inside, so she may not cause another persons pain. No one sees through her mask, every smile is a scream inside and every laugh is a weep within.
At her worse when she’s all alone, in her thoughts and feelings in the darkness of her room.
She does not tell another, she thinks to herself why should she bother ? She suffers in silence, cause she sees it as the best way, after all it gets her through another day.
Ohema's thoughts. 