She wept, into the silence of her pillow

No arms to comfort, no one to ease the pain

She was alone, left there to battle

Demons who constantly won, the evils

Who never gave her a chance, and still

She tries, tries harder than before, only

Left with nothing but the pool, collected

From her eyes, reddened, swollen, bruised

Unattractively noticeable, she remains

Locked in her room, the only safe haven

Away from the wars, the constant agony,

Her four walls, a sanctuary for her battered heart

 

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