When She Cries

Little girl, terrified, She'd leave her room if only bruises would heal.
A home is no place to hide. Her heart is breaking from the pain that she feels.
Every day's the same, she fights to find her way. She hurts, she breaks, she hides and tries to pray.
She wonders why Does anyone ever hear her when she cries?
Today she's turning sixteen, everyone singing but she can?t seem to smile.
They never get past arms length. How could they act like everything is alright?
Pulling down her long sleeves to cover all the memories that scars leave.
She says, "Maybe making me bleed Will be the answer that could wash the slate clean?".

This is the dark before the dawn
The storm before the peace
ashlynnx ashlynnx
26-30, F
1 Response Aug 4, 2010

That was a beautiful but saddening poem.