She was heartbroken, but laughed anyways.
She was sad, but she didn't cry, yet.
She was angry, but she wouldn't yell, until she had permission.
Her tears had fallen, but she would not give up, until he had given up first.
She was hungry, but wouldn't eat.
She was weak, but wouldn't show it to anyone.
She was hurt, but covered the scars.
Her heart was screaming, but her words were quiet.
Her wrists were bleeding, unknown tears, but he didn't know.
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September 17, 2006 -- 2:25 AM
Copyright, Tasha Angelia Moss.
