She cries late
every night
Turns off all the
lights
Sits in bed
bawls
her eyes out
in the dark
Cutting out pieces
of her heart
No one can see
the scars
of her sewing
back up her chest
Soon she will be
an empty shell
Hopefully
putting her soul to rest
If her heart
is no longer there
It can't get broken,
right?
If no one can see
the tears
Then she never cried,
right?