The light in her eyes grows greyly dim.

Although you will never know.

For her eyes will always show

Happiness and light.

Her world on the outside

Looks rosy just like her friends

On the inside it's dark and grey

Hidden and secreat

Her heart has not returned

from where it stay

Maybe that is a good thing.

For if she has no heart

then she does not feel

And if she don't feel maybe she could cope.

22 can still feel like 16,

Feel 6 hiding under the bed.

Inside she crys

silent, suffering, not a word

She continues her day silently.

In fear of the sickness

That will over run,

Slowly getting worse each day

For he may lash out,

On his wife or even her.

Tears flood her pillow

they know no time, no sound

Breath not a word.

Acirè C

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Written on the 27-02-2010