Her name is "thing"
Her voice is nonexistent
Her heart is buried
Her soul is fragile
Other people think she's shy
Other people don't understand why
Other people see her wrists
Other people believe her lies
Her family is just a guise
Her family doesn't truly care
Her family doesn't understand her,
Her family punishes her
Her family doesn't even try.
Punishments are never ending
Punishments don't leave behind scars
Punishments leave behind gushing wounds
Punishments never fade, or heal
She wishes someone could see
She wishes she could show someone without fear
She wishes just one person would ask
Ask about the scars, ask about the tears.
She wants someone to ask about the scars,
She wants someone to at least act like they care.
If only someone would have
If only someone would have seen through the "fine"
If only someone would have truly cared
If only she could have waited long enough
Only someone did notice
Someone shy and abused like her
Someone who feared judgement
Someone who cried that night
If he would have helped her
She would have survived.
He didn't know.
She wished he knew
Too late for regrets
Too late for action
Don't wait till tomorrow
Because sometimes it just can't wait.