Four.

I sat there and watched as her hand flew over the paper,
Her life- A novel,
Her heart- An open book,
Tell me a story,
Of when the first tear shed is fine,
I stared as she flipped the pages,
Revealing her disguise,
Broke the last line,
Guess who broke down?
Her soul- So empty,
Covered in all these lies,
I'm fading out on the inside,
We will never find out,
Whats going down,
All written up-
Its all written down..