I saw a girl walked out from the house, she walked fast as she could, head and shoulder down so no one would notice the tears in her eyes. She don't know where else to go so she went to the church couple of blocks away.. hoping it was still open but was already closed upon arriving there, even the small chapel beside it. She went directly to the playground across the street and sat quietly on a swing in a cold dark night as the tears falls down. Thinking will it ever get better?.. Some girl came and asked if she was okay, and she softly answered "yeah, I'm okay".
Years passed, same question runs through her mind. Does it ever get better?
