Her smile hid her pain. Her smile hid her depression. Her smile hid her insecurities. Her smile hid her broken soul.
She was so good at hiding that she became known as the optimistic one, the one who is always happy, the one who always smiles, the one with the brightest laughter. 
But inside of a her, a monster lives. A monster that whipped her with lashes of darkness. She became laden with battle scars.
And it will reach a point, where she will be whipped to the ground and unable to stand.

When that happens, the people around her will wonder, why she never cried for help.
And they will realise that you only cry for help when you believe help will be given.
You stop crying for help when you stop believing.