NO-ONE WILL ASK

THE RAIN POURED DOWN
SHE LOOKED AT HER REFLECTION THROUGH THE WINDOW
SHE SAW HER SELF;
MASCARA DOWN HER FACE
HER HAIR ON END
TEARS POURING FROM HER EYES
THAT WAS THE DAY HE LEFT HER
HER MEMORIES LIE DEEP WITHIN HER HEART
BUT NO-ONE WILL EVER NO THE PAIN HE CAUSED HER THAT NIGHT
NO-ONE WILL ASK HOW SHE GOT THOSE CUTS ON HER WRISTS
NO-ONE WILL WONDER WHY THAT NIGHT SHE OVERDOSED
HER OVERDOSE WAS OVER LOVE.