Once. Twice. Three times.
One. Two. Three promises broken.
Forced smiles and long sleeves
Hiding the secrets her wrists tell.
Don't ask, don't tell.
That's the rule.
They didn't ask.
So she didn't tell.
She didn't tell when the demons teased her.
Or when the blades traced her veins.
Or when the bleach burnt her throat.
Not even when the rope fastened tight on her neck.
She tried to tell, but you wouldn't listen.
You wouldn't listen when she cried alone every night.
Or when she begged for the pain to stop.
Or when she screamed for you in the darkness.
But why would you?
She always smiled.
Always seemed happy.
It's easy to ignore the warnings
When you're on the outside.
Maybe you should have listened though.
You could have stopped the blades.
Or kept the pills from her.
Or taken her from that ledge.
If only you had listened.
But how were you supposed to know
If she never told you out loud..
Right?