Her story

Once again you have an amazing poem. I think that the lines need to be broken up differently, which I think I'll show you how I think is best that way you have an idea of what I"m meaning. A lot of people don't get it right away, especially without being shown. You have great emotion. I noticed a few spelling errors, which are normal everyday errors. And, I'll fix those in the pasted version below as well :

[ Look at her face, look at her smile.
Look at her arm, can't you see she's in denial?
She hides from the world, wishing them away.
She only realizes these marks are here to stay.

Her tears are so black,
they're just like the dead, digging their way back.
her mind is playing tricks with
treacherous tales of betrayal.

No one can see, but she's in pain.
Such a hellish sin hasn't been told.
Yet, as we speak ... her story begins to unfold.

Her shrieks of horror become real,
what is this black cloud she's beginning to feel?

She runs in the dead of night,
leaving such a revealing sight.
She couldn't have known, but...
she was hollow from the bone.]

Creepily good. Good poem, keep it up!