Speak up

You see her smile but her demons steal her happiness like greedy theives.

You see the sweat on her neck,
but you notice that she never rolls up her sleeves.

Little do you know she is burning up.

You can't understand why she would intntionaly cause herself pain.

You shrug it off and walk away assuming the splotch of red on her sleeve was just a stain.

Little do you know you could end a life with the things you don't say.