Her spirit is broken,
shattered to pieces,
but the pain she feels remains unspoken.
Wishing for the day when it ceases
to haunt her in her prison of a life.
Plagued by strife,
she pushes on,
even though her love of life is gone.

She puts on that fake smile,
but she is destroyed.
Living her life mile by mile
venturing further into that endless void.
Pain has torn her down
but she held back the frown
and the countless tears
for far too many years.

If only she weren’t alone
she wouldn’t feel like this,
an object, beaten and thrown.
If only people would acknowledge she exists..
She only needs a break
from the non-stop take, take, take.
Searching for anything to take away the pain
she watches as her blood begins to drain.

But even watching it happening there
she can’t feel a thing,
all she can do is stare,
because it didn’t even sting.
Everything around her is so dull
the colors not even close to full,
she still feels it
as her head begins to split.

The headaches have started again
pounding in her head
making it feel paper thin,
as her vision fades to red.
She lays there suffering, wishing for a savior.
I only wish she would let me save her.
My only hope is that she knows I care,
that I will always be there.