SHE

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She's more what she hides
Than what she show.
She stays isolated for days
Yet nobody knows

She sits alone depressed and
Tortured by the silence that surrounds her
As she forcefully remembers
The notional words which has
Been repeated over and over
Slowly drenching the walls of her soul.

Her heart has been riped out and torn
Yet she watches still as the pieces
Shatter unto the cold tainting ground
Hoodwinked by her smile
She masks her emotions
But true hurt resides inside

The scars won't heal
Her thoughts won't dissolve
The reminder of her joy
She's been deprived from.
All she wants is to be found again
Awaken from her slumber
Away from the darkness.

Finding her freedom
At the hands of a trigger
Or a just a slip of a rope she figures,
The pain will seize
If she no longer has to live.

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