Restless in her bed
at night she lay
at her hands stood her fate
with her heart a game it played.
The future became unsure
what shall lie ahead?
Only time can tell
unless she gives up instead.
Her hearts only ailment
is that it breaks in her chest
knowing the pain love can cause
and wondering 'what could be next?'
Scars lie on her flesh
stories that only she can tell
each one with its own tale
descriptions of her own personal hell.
so many have caused her pain
fears and secrets that nobody knows
she keeps it all deep down inside
letting it all fester, letting it grow.
Pain had become
her one true friend
for in heart she always knew
that it would see her to the end.
