Pain radiates through your every look.
I saw it in your eyes, the agony you
hid from yourself and everyone
else. I watched as you fell apart,
the dreams leaving, the heart
bleeding. Apologizing for the
wall, you shut yourself off quicker,
tenderness grows into a far off memory.
Hold onto the little bit of hope left
in your soul, and quiet your cries.
Everything will be okay. You whisper
of the truths you discovered when
you went away to get help. Now you're
back and no one sees what you've done.
They can't see the cuts on your wrist,
nor the ones on your legs. When will
you learn to not let History repeat itself?
