There's a pain
A slight tinge of pain,
she tried to convince herself.
A quick stab
But a permanent marker
More so because it's the quiet kind of pain.
The kind that keeps her up at night
The kind that inspires her poems at 3am
The kind that kills you inside
The kind that is gnawing its way into the depths of her being.

It's excruciatingly loud
But only she can hear it.