Her dark brown eyes used to smile. Her mouth would laugh, and her laugh was contagious. No one knew her pain. She hid it beneath on armor of kindness and humor. When no one looked she withdrew again. In her car on the way home her smile faded. She didn’t need to act anymore. Safe now. She could cry without an audience. No one knew the girl’s secrets. No one knew of the depression that demanded more and more of her everyday. No one heard the voices. She couldn’t hold on anymore. Now she is gone. No one saw it coming, so no reached out to her, to save her. The darkness came in. She fought the invisible war. She fought hard, and lost. Now she is gone. Too young. Too early. Gone.