She doesn’t know how it feels

to awake every morning,

and wonder why she had even awoken.

 

She doesn’t know how it feels

to pick up all her scattered pieces

and put them back together,

only to still feel like she’s broken.  

 

She doesn’t know how it feels

to go to school every morning

and put a smile on her face,

only to feel like a human.

 

She doesn’t know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,

and the only hope she has

is that her eyes will not open.

 

She only knows how it feels

to be happy.

 

She doesn’t know how it feels

to be clinically depressed.

 

She doesn’t know how it feels

to realize that feeling happy,

is such a big luxury.