No One
No one will come.
No one ever does.
I scream inside and close my eyes.
But no one ever comes.
I smile brightly in hopes that my pretty charade of what others expect of me holds tight.
I must do the job right.
For no one ever comes.
I hoped the ones I love the most could see through the mask I've worn.
Keep it together.
You are the one that's strong; you always have it all together.
That's why no one comes.
I am bleeding out internally, a puddle of mess inside, hurt, anger, and sadness eating me alive.
I smile at them all, hiding everything.
My heart couldn't take it if they saw my pain, and still, I had no one come.
