Couldn't they see it? 

The pain I'm carrying? 

Are they just oblivious to it ?

Or did I carry it well? 

Was the mask I had on really that good in hiding my pain? 

While I comforted everyone, no is there for me

I give them a shoulder to cry on, while I still find one for myself

I almost forgot to laugh today, again 

My friends were making silly jokes, everyone laughed and it took me a while to remember I had to laugh too

In my ears, the laughter sounded like a lie

Couldn't they hear it too? 

Was I really that good at pretending?

When I look in the mirror, I see a girl with scars

A girl breaking piece by piece 

A girl who has nothing to live for 

But when they look at me do they see this? 

Or do they see a normal girl? The old me? 

I wanted to scream today 

It felt like screaming could help 

I wanted to scream at the people I called friends 

I wanted to tell them, "look at me! Can't you see the pain I'm carrying?!" 

But I didn't 

Instead, I smiled again and pretended that I wasn't dead on the inside 

I am tired of masking my pain 

I don't know who to tell

Will they listen? Since they can't notice this pain I'm carrying now? 

Was I really that unimportant to them? 

Didn't they care about me? 

No, no, no, 

Of course they care

I'm just good at hiding my pain, right? 

My heart grows heavier by the day 

I wish and pray for someone to finally notice my pain, the way I notice theirs before they say a word 

No one noticed, again 

Why didn't they notice? 

Why? 

Why?