She mastered the art of crying on the inside.
Until the pain became too much and the tears escaped,
But the rain was too heavy, so the teardrops went unnoticed.
She thought to slit her wrist and wondered if she'd be missed.
No friends, no family, even her husband was a beast.
Locked herself in the bathroom, and then she clenched her fist,
She slid out the cutter knife regretting why she exists.
She climbed into the bath tub, but then she took a twist.
She cracked her skull on the tap, and started to see a mist.
Thicker, and thicker,
Her vision got blurrier,
Her breath got shorter,
3, 2, 1,
Another soul taken,
Another life lost.
Tried holding on for so long, but couldn't take the pain no more.
She mastered the art of crying inside.
But life was so cruel to her, she couldn't even afford a suicide...
