There's Nothing Left

She wakes up every morning,
They hear her mumble and swear,
They hear her take her shower,
And they hear her dry her hair.

She gets ready every morning,
They see her button her shirt,
They see her put on her lip gloss,
Yet they still can't see her hurt.

She takes her medication daily,
They hear her get a drink,
They hear her scull them down,
Yet they still don't seem to think.

She goes to bed every night,
They don't hear her painful cries,
As she digs the blade deeper,
Into her cut up thigh.

She didn't get up this morning,
No one heard her swear,
No one heard the shower turn on,
And no one heard her dry her hair.

She didn't get ready this morning,
Her bed was still made,
Her lip gloss was still on the table,
Next to her bloody blade.

She didn't take her medication this morning,
No one heard the water pour,
Into a clean clear glass,
No one heard her steps on the floor.

You can't hear anything anymore,
Not even the drop of her tears,
There is no girl to make the sounds,
And there's nothing more to hear.

~That was pretty pathetic, if you like it tell me, Coz if no one does it going to be deleted, Coz I really don't like it~