Maybe she's hurt. Maybe she's broken. Maybe she just wants to be alone. Maybe she needs someone to hold her at night. Maybe she wakes up in the darkness screaming her lungs out. Maybe she lies awake in bed at night, terrified of the nightmares that chase her. Maybe that's why she has bags under her eyes. Maybe she's cried so much, she's run out of tears. Maybe she's screamed so much, her voice doesn't work right anymore. Maybe, maybe, maybe... But you would never know. Because maybe she puts on a fake face and is strong in front of you. Maybe, maybe, maybe... But you would never know. Because you don't care enough to look just a little bit farther. Maybe she'll be okay again one day. Maybe. 

Peace for now. Stay alive.