She tries not to think of the what if's,
The
what if the cut was deeper, or what if she was not
born.
What if she was actually happy, what if
her father would not have left.
All these things she blames herself for, could not possibly be
her fault..
Her family has shrunk, some died, some turned their
backs.
It is such a wonder that no one would want to be
bothered.
She thinks that is is ALL HER FAULT.
Everything was fine before she was born. Then the tears start to
fall,
She has been free from his dark hole of unimaginable
grief,
For such a long time. She cant think about how to get out,
Instead she wonders of how to cope with the pain.
Old scars tear open, and blood starts to gush.
A sigh of relief escapes her lips. she rolls down her sleeve,
Cleans up her makeup, puts on a smile and walks out.
No one knows the
difference.
*bestfriend wrote,
rocherchick♥