She is dying inside
Her smile she will not hide
Don't look too closely
She doesn't want you to see her tears
If he lets you in
She'll have to admit to both you and her
That the hurt is real.
Has she been stabbed?
He soul cries out a silent scream,
Oh, to taste the sweet nectar of peace.
She is still here to live her hell.
How can she stop the pain?
Cut deeply to writhing veins
Pulsing life down the white ceramic sink.
All she is drips slowly away into the night.
Splintering white hot confusion
That only you can know.
You that have also lived through.