The Unheard

She is crippled, scarred and bruised
On the inside of her young broken heart
No one is here to see what she is going through
A faint utter for help, in her awful dismay
Leaves here battered, only counting down the hours
Day after day the tears just slowly run
Off the face that was once filled with so much fun
She’s now lost in a heinous downward spiral
And…trapped in a dungeon of her personal hell
A frightening shriek, she makes in the night
Echoes viciously in the darkness
No one will answer…..
She is just…The Unheard