Maybe

Maybe it is the nights spent alone that causes such thoughts. Maybe it is the voice in her head that tells her she will never be enough. Maybe it’s the shadows she sees mocking her that causes the pain. Maybe it's the people she cares about laughing when she went. Maybe it's the reaper that tells her she doesn't deserve death. Maybe it's the heart in her chest that was ripped out of her long ago. Maybe it's the soul inside her that speaks the truth. Maybe it was and always will be her eyes that can see past the masks and the smile that leaves her crying on the floor each night. Maybe it's the world no one dares to look at that leaves her feeling so alone. No. It is the world that left her alone gasping for air when she was only three. The world that decided that it made a mistake at first glance. It is the world that decided to tell her nothing more and nothing less than reality.