she dragged herself from here and back,
she crawled across the ground.
She bled and screamed and wept and begged,
from then on she never spoke, never told what she had found.
Her troubles lay behind her, the trama in the past,
but always will she cry at night, as long as secret tears last.

people hide so much from others.
its insane how oblivious some of us are,
altough i do welcome some oblivion, people
need understanding,
understanding that most can't provide for them.