little princess

As she notices the tear running down her cheek, she waits. She waits for somebody to notice it.
Noticing this little, inconspicuous cry for help. Noticing her, the little girl with the smile, which she forces to stay on her face.
At the beginning, the smile, this faked happiness, began to hurt after a while, but she got used to it, just like she never forgets to inhale the fresh air to stay alive.
 
Would she still smile if she just stopped breathing? Would she then smile forever? 

She slowly raises her shivering hand towards her face, still waiting for a voice to ask her, if everything was alright. But no one does.
 
As always.

As she touches her cheek, the tiny tear tries to escape her hand, it tries to catch attention, it wants to stay in her empty face to make them all notice. Tears are the only thing that makes her eyes still shine like other peoples eyes would shine when seeing something they live for. Tears are her happiness. Her shelter. Tears show her that she is still alive.
But everytime, her cold finger touches this wet happiness, she dies a little inside.
The fact that she kills her happiness more and more by hiding her pain behind her covered face causes doubts.
 
 
Because, can you call a life without happiness and pain, without emotional moments, without a reason to stay on earth still living?