She Never Cried

Author's Note: This poem has nothing to do with someone I know or myself. Just something I thought was good to write for those women that might deal with abuse.

She never really cried,
She never really bled,
She never really had that moment,
Where her world just totally fell apart,
Where nothing else seemed to be around,
Other than deep dark blue tears of pain,
She never had to deal with that,
Not in this lifetime,
Or the next,
She never had to feel that hurt,
That pain,
Those type of tears,
She was the lucky one,
Or so they thought,
But she hid it all,
Hid all the pain and hurt,
Hid the abuse from everyone else,
She never really cried,
She never really bled,
At least not where one could see,
At least not where one could have known,
She always put on a happy face,
Made everyone around her believe,
That she wasn’t hurt,
That she didn’t feel like a part of her died,
The moment he left,
The moment he said goodbye,
The moment she knew that she wouldn’t be the same,
No she never really cried,
She never really bled,
She just sat there wishing,
Wanting,
It all too just end,
She doesn’t want to go on,
She doesn’t want to feel,
Because that would mean,
That he won,
Or so it would feel,
But what she doesn’t see,
What she doesn’t realize,
That admitting to the pain,
Admitting to those tears,
Admitting to that hurt,
Helps her move on,
Helps her keep going,
Helps her more than she might know,
So maybe someday,
Somehow,
She will have that strength,
To cry those tears,
To let it all go,
And to heal,
And move on,
And not be the victim anymore.