For The Broken

No one see's the pain in her eyes,
The truth behind her daily lies.
When she says she is doing okay,
She means her heart is in decay.

The mirror in front of her makes her sore,
All she see's is filth and gore.
She wishes she could see what others do,
She wishes she could start anew.

Wipe the slate clean; the hurt and pain,
To be slightly less insane.
To not be a monster deep in her soul,
For her heart to be completely whole.

She carries her scars that keep her cautioned,
That this life could be easily aborted.
At anytime she may put it to an end,
She would be much happier then.