She dabs her eye with a blanket,
as tears glide over the bridge of her nose.
Her throat so sore and aching,
but not he or anyone else will ever know.
She can feel the sting on her wrist,
the one reminder of all her memories of pain.
She knows that one day he'll see,
but he wont know why she is who she became.
She keeps losing him and her time,
undecided of whether to go or stay.
The tight grasp of the blanket,
hopelessly thinking, "everything will be okay."