All of these years she tried so hard to leave it behind;

to one day dream that she could be happy without struggling inside.

But none the less she still felt bound

by memories she could't lay to rest.

Awaken by her deepest fears, she sits silently in the dark,

abused by her own insecurities, tortured with her tears,

you could feel the pain throbbing in this poor woman's heart.

Can you feel what she has felt,

A raped soul deprived from happiness?

Do you see what she has seen,

A destroyed woman left with wretchedness?

No, how could you?

Your perception is blurred.

The truth is written all over her body, evidence of what she has endured.

Each scar has its own meaning, a story I should say;

It tells us how she was one slash away from setting herself free.

The day she reached for that red tinted, small piece of metal,

a voice inside her told her to stop and think,

you can do better.

Deep sighs complimented with ease and hope,

her life struggles and sorrows disperse into smoke.

Shame diminished by one's self pride,

her untold story revealed, but once hidden inside.

She's a strong woman now, capable of the unthinkable, she's unstoppable you see,

and I reckcon that none of you would have imagined that this woman was me.