This happened

Past

Her tear drops run down her bloodied wrists. The sting she feels as each salt water drop hits that newly open wound. The tear drops run and drip off the tip of her nose. She cries in the dark corner dazed and confused. You can follow her tracks. Scars upon scars. Up past her trembling chin and into her scared wandering eyes. Her eyes tell the story of letting them win. The story of anger and pain. She lets you think she is happy again, but take another look my love. The scars of places she has traveled in her past are hidden under her clothes. They are the road map to a place she not dare let anyone know. Her smile drawn on with a sharpie. She is the master of disguise, but you can see it all if you look into her eyes. Her eyes tell the story because she not dare say it with her mouth. Her brain shouts it at her but she has got this all figured out. Shut everyone out and let no one in that way the only thing they know is her grin. She looks down at her wrists scared and ashamed. The blood pooling up and mixing with tears. No one will love me or even care to stay.