Her mind projects violent images
She weaves them into poems
That show her broken soul

She tells tales of broken hearts
And weary eyes
Reflecting on hard times

Her silent screams are only heard
By those who care
Enough to listen

Her wrists are scarred
And her will is broken
But she smiles
To cover the pain

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