The Stand

She cries in the dark,
She wishes for light to come.
It's scary, it hurts,
This pain every night is known by none.

To tell someone,
Would mean certain death.
At least that's what he told her,
She believed its what he meant.

This secret she kept for years...
Mainly because she thought these memories were just nightmares.

Anxiety came at night,
She wasn't certain why.
So she cut herself,
In order to cry.

Sure she would cry sometimes,
But not because she was sad ,
Because she was embarrassed,
and ashamed that someone was mad.

She would express on her skin,
But not with words.
Expressing feelings inside,
and how she felt torn.

The idea that ending it was all that was left...
Selfish is what people told her it was,
A predisposed weakness that could be overcome.

She didn't like that people,
always made her feel ashamed.
That feeling sucks...
It seemed that she is the only one to blame.

What am I glue? Am I always the fixer? Do you ever fix me? NO. So  why should you bicker.

Look yes I maybe weak
But I feel things that are real deep
So if you don't like me or who I am. Sucks for you..because I'm taking a stand!