{This is a work in progress, still needs some retouching}

She was a lonely child, forgotten by time,
who grew into a woman plagued with a broken mind.
She carries the burdens of another one's crime;
keeping their secrets at the expense of her soul
while wanting for the day that she will be whole.
Her lips still tingle from the taste of their sin,
though faded are the scars that once littered her skin.
But then what were they compared to the ones burning within?
For her wounds are eternal and they still bleed inside
keeping her running through darkness with nowhere to hide
And fighting battles each day no one else can see
For her enemies are the shadows of each memory.
Her mind is a battleground born from years of abuse
from a love that was hateful with ugly words so profuse
that they cut deeper with their edges than any blade could
and hurt for much longer than any wound should.
There were no bandages for the anguish, nothing to heal
the depth of her pain from the cold, verbal steel
and the hollowness she carried from the innocence lost
was the price to be paid; yes her soul was the cost
With their vile words and their cold touch a constant stain she kept seeing
it became too exhausting to pretend her well-being
was anything other than a perpetual fall;
her existence the proof that time doesn't heal all.