Her naked body in the cold
Tears roll down her eyes
And slowly she cries, arms fold
Releasing the pain that her soul hides.
There is always more,
Than what meets the eye
Sometimes the bitter truths in our heart,
Force our mouths to lie.
She gets dressed,
Wears the perfect attire
With her shirt all pressed
Perfect camouflages, her internal fire.
She looks at herself in the mirror,
She repeats to herself that she's fine
She fakes a smile and hides the terror
But she still remembers him calling her "Mine''.
Tears fall down her eyes,
His face flashes behind,
The knife pierces through her hand
Her life slowly through her eyes, rewinds.
Depression isn't a joke,
No, it isn't just fine,
It's a tragedy that's chronic,
Yes, these people don't just whine.
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