Her mouth is silent 

But her eyes scream for help.

She likes to hide, 

Hide away the bruises and marks,

Marks over her body 

Her heart covered with scars, 

Scars forever attached to her soul,

Her soul that will try and forgive, 

But never forget

Forget those who tore her apart,

Apart from being sane,

Sane, which is not used to describe her unless "IN" is in front.

In front is where she stands "of the mirror"

The mirror which led her to hate

Hate is all she knows 

Knowing she wants to end it,

It, being life 

Life which is no longer hers 

Her tears running from her eyes,

Eyes, her mother looks at as they are closed.

Closed like that casket, she lays

Lays there to rest 

Rest in peace.