I just got home from school 
At last, i miss my room. 
I have friends but none of them
knows about my condition. 
I don't have the guts to tell them, 
I trust them and i know that 
they wouldn't judge me 
But I don't want them 
to worry about me. 
In their eyes, i was a happy girl, 
I always laughed when i'm with them
But little did they know
I'm crying every night, 
Wanting to end my messed up life.