Somehow she managed to smile, to look peaceful on the outside when there was a war inside.
Somehow she made everyone’s day while hers had been marked dead, made them smile while it had been ages since she had smiled herself.
Somehow she pulled herself together when she was broken to pieces just to save others from falling apart, to make them strong, to help them hold on.
Somehow she lived each day with people who would never miss her other than the time when they needed her.
Somehow she still lived with the truth that people only took advantage of her patience and perseverance. She still managed not to appear hurt and smile throughout.
Somehow the person who smiled and smiled, didnt feel the tears leaking from her eyes. No one saw those tears.
When I saw her tears, I fell to my knees.
Her tears were pure, they were real
She was hurt and in pain
No one saw her, no one knew her
They all claimed to be her friend but she was alone and no one realised that
Pity on her. Shame on them
When I saw her tears, my heart broke.
My pain was so sharp but it was a fraction of her pain which touched me
I died a little inside knowing her struggles, her hurdles
The sorrows she beared, the pains she took
The walk she walked, the talks she talked!
I couldnt see her this way and I turned away
Leaving her with the black shadows
Somehow she managed to live in them
Somehow she managed to remain unseen
To stay hidden