She looked this time, really looked and finally saw her
She was clutching her knees, her head buried deep
Her skin peeled off, bleeding and bruised, too young to understand her wounds
She finally looked up, showed her the thorns...."Do you see me"
She saw her, going through it all, she was too young to see it all
she never knew the words, what it all meant
As she grew older, hiding her wounds, she smiled, they all knew she was wounded
That's how she ended up there, she still didn't understand and went through it all in silence
He did what he wanted, knew which wounds to cut into more
Leaving her on the floor, bleeding to death, how much harm a ring can do
Never uttering a word, she went on, never calling it for what it really was
Yet, she still survived, hiding in a made-up world created in her own mind
How she always survives, living inside her head
Poetry - flows on its own
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