She'll do the best she can, to keep them
off her case.
But, the makeup only covers the bruises on her face.
She can't conceal the scars hidden in her mind.
They're right where people look, yet no one seems to find.
The secret she's been keeping, the one she should contain.
That the man she loves is beating her and she's the one to
blame.
She told herself to walk away, but that would cause her harm.
She tried that once, he disagreed, the proof was on her arm.
There's no escape, no where to turn, and no ones on her side.
So she'll fall asleep and get some rest with dear, old,
suicide.