Forlorn...

Forlorn, she returns home at night,

Cries out her compressed fears,

She never thinks she could fight,

As there's no one who really hears.

Everyone thinks she's okay,

She's just sad but doing well,

But you know, to express everyone has their own way,

As every day, she enters her own hell.

She comforts herself at home every night,

And snuggles up in bed,

She thinks she's doing it all right,

But every night, tears she shed. 

She pours her heart out every night,

She thinks she will overcome her fears,

Because till, in her room, pours the sunlight,

She will shed those silent tears...