• Dead on the inside,
    and all on her own.
    Tore to pieces,
    and bruised to the bone.

    Stung from the depth,
    of her very heart.
    Bleeding the pain out
    'til her very soul parts.

    A hole an inch deep,
    is imbedded in her thigh,
    but it doesn't sting more,
    than the tears that she cries.

    Dead on the inside,
    and all on her own,
    weak as the blood flows,
    she's dying alone.