Knives of anger tear her flesh,
Tangled rage she must supress,
She contains her hate-filled ways,
Bottled-up for other days.
Drinking calms the savage beast,
Quench a thirst that's underneath,
Still's the hand and holds the toung,
Preventing any damage done.
Another day she drowns her hurt,
Lost the feeling once alert,
Cannot walk so she lay down,
Not much else she can do now.
Smile at those she once called 'friend',
Those who brought her to her end,
Sell sweet lies so she might rest,
Holding back what's now repressed.
Doctors swarm a bloodied girl,
The days events yet to unfurl,
The dead are piled near her frame,
No one dares to speak her name.
No more hiding inside her skin,
No fake smiles whilst screaming within,
Emotions bare for all to see,
Surrounded by bodies, that girl is me.
