The marks on her wrists increase daily
With every word that gets thrown her way.
She is compelled to flaw herself again,
A carpet of red where she lay.
Promises are made time and time again,
Yet these promises are made to be broken.
Never a second thought goes through her mind
No one knows her troubles for she is unspoken.
It’s like finding a needle in a haystack.
Her scars hidden behind a wall so high
It takes a thousand men to climb over.
The scars a constant reminder upon her thigh.
Crickets chirping in the silent room,
The atmosphere thick with dread.
Deep within her never ending soul,
The weight held high above her head.
A story without a beginning,
A maze without an end.
She fears the day when in her world
Everything starts to blend.
In her life a dark cloud follows
Sending shivers down her spine.
The blissful days are over now
No way for light to shine.
