Tender Heart

She was a tender heart,
Until she got hurt,
People they broke her,
And battered her soul,
She suffered from depression,
And anxiety too,
Wasn't quite suicidal,
At least no one knew,
She didn't try to kill herself,
But she didn't care to die,
She stopped looking at street signs,
And stopped caring about her life,
Eating and sleeping,
No longer required,
At least not until,
Her body would expire,
Make her pass out,
At 5 in the morning,
Then she'd wake again,
Continuing the torture,
She stopped paying attention,
To how deep she cut,
Hoping one day,
Might end the rut,
That she was stuck in,
And couldn't escape,
It's hard to seek help,
When you can't see straight,
People confuse her,
"We need you" they say,
But she knew in her heart,
The lies that remain,
Sliding from their lips,
Taking shape of a blade,
Cutting they say,
Is bad for your health,
But those wounds she makes,
Are only on her skin,
While the scars they leave,
Are imbedded within,
Deep to her core,
She'll never forget,