She cried,

that

awful,

cold night.

For the

battle,

had been lost,

once again.

And she

sobbed,

shoving it

away.

Shoving

away,

the cold,

gleaming blade.

Then went

under,

her heavy,

thick covers.

To stifle,

her cries,

as the pain,

intensified.

And it wasn't,

just pain,

but feeling,

herself go insane.

Pressing

against,

her tear

stained pillow.

That lately

had become,

her single

best friend.

And it hurt,

cause she didn't know,

where to turn,

or where to go.

And there was light

that shone,

below the cracks

of her closed door.

And she could

hear laughter,

coming

from far below.

Of those

she treasured.

Those she,

never let know.

The pain

she fights,

every

long night.

Can't you see

the bags

heavy under

her eyes?

But it's

okay,

she

won't whine.

She'll pull

her lost

pieces

back together.

With

two

simple words: