Crying on the unmade bed

So silently she curls and falls asleep, yet her heart tells her otherwise.
The pounding pain no one can see or understand vibrates through her veins.
With each pulse it burns and each breath is harder than the last.
Why is this unbearable pain taking over her own self?
With every look she gave herself she cries trying to understand
No one could ever heal this pain but merely try to
There hasn’t been one single person there to wipe her tears when she needed it the most
It’s better to let herself drown in her sorrow than to rescue her
…But why did you.

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