In The Grave

IN THE GRAVE

She makes your heart break
to look upon her face

The life she’s led shines
through her eyes

Too rough for a beauty of
her kind

Yet she never says a word to
betray her pain

A private place she goes to
so she can face the memories

Maybe she should just bury
them in the grave

Her eyes sometimes seem dead
and empty

That look worries silent
watchers

And somehow she always finds
her way back

Acting as though there’s
nothing unsettling

She’s lost too many pieces
of herself over the years

Fighting to fit in and be
strong and brave

Emotions and situations she
shoves aside

Going on when there’s not
even a promise of a dream

She wanders aimlessly
searching for security

Hoping that someone’s arms
will hold her safe at night

All that welcomes her are
nightmares

Engulfing her senses and
occupying precious time

Maybe she should just bury
them in the grave

Not even trying she makes
you feel

Pity is useless to her and
she’ll tell you so

Empathy is a joke unless you
experience her past

She fruitlessly hopes for a
simple rescue

But she knows that the
saving must come from her

As all things must in the
end

There is no one who will let her turn to them

They claim she overwhelms them
with her pain

Silence is the lock to her
deep misery

Anything she deems to show
you of herself is rare

The masks she wore have been
stripped bare

Broken apart like her very
inner being

It’s a wonder that she is
not utterly destroyed

Burning inside out as
memories assault her like punches

Maybe she should just bury
them in the grave.