They Never Knew

A blade cold an glittering silver
Touches skin that doesn't shiver

Breaking of flesh
A wound made fresh

A girls green eyes
In which don't cry

A crimson trail
Tells her hearts tale

A cry for help
To help her cope with all she's been dealt

The cut runs deep
Her secrets they keep

Her heart beats slow
This is her final Show

No one knew her hidden pain
Or that she always cries in the rain

Her final words, a missed whisper
She knows no one will miss her..