trapped // poetry [completed]

05 - requiem for the broken and silent

And she will punish herself,
Over and over again.
For the tears that never left those bloodshot eyes.
For the words that never slipped past frozen lips.
For the feelings - locked up and hidden away.
For the people, who listened
Out of politeness
Not because they cared,
That she had something to say.
She will punish herself,
In the dark,
Alone -
Not lonely.
Ribs - broken.
Skin - cut.
That night,
Her final dance ended
Without anyone
Knowing it.