Bleeding Guilt;

- You can't see the scars;
Covered up by sleeves of guilt;
And nobody can imagine the hurt;
That is behind the wall she's built.

- You can't see the bruising;
Hidden under layers of shame;
And you can't feel the fists;
That cause her daily pain.

- You can't see her crying;
Those lonely crimson tears;
And you haven't seen her suffering;
Through the past eighteen years.

- You don't see her shivering;
Under the blankets, laced with lies;
And you can't sense the stinging;
That pulses deep beyond her eyes.

- You can't see the colors;
That are spread across her face;
And you can't stop her fighting;
To get out of this horrid place.

- You can't feel the knives;
Or the words aimed at her head;
And you can't stop the people;
That wish her to be dead.

- You can only dream;
What her life is really like
And you can only imagine;
How she feels after each fight.

- You can only offer her;
What you think she needs;
"I am fine, every things okay"
But inside - look - she bleeds.

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+Very odd. Sometimes i wish people could grasp the pain we feel properly.+