She goes about her day to day, duties done to perfection,
Quietly, she cries alone, working through self-rejection.
No one knows this weary angel carries such immense grief,
If they glimpsed her hidden burden, they would sigh in disbelief.
So perfect she appears to be, without a single flaw,
Envy fills the eyes of those who think they know it all.
Yet her heart echoes with loneliness, her tears veiled by her pride,
The weight of others’ judgments is too heavy to bide.
At home, she pours her heart out to a man who barely cares,
He overlooks her words, her presence barely there.
Running out of confidants, her family gone to fray,
Lonely, broken-hearted, her spirit fades away.
In her darkest hour, she reaches for an escape, cruelty sharp and swift,
Across her wrists, the pain is slit, as she slowly starts to drift.
