Underground

Bruises and scars

not all show on skin

some hide under

the beauty others see

she's screaming inside

but no one hears

silent

to those who care

invisible

to those who are near

she keeps to herself

she let's no one know

that she's dying inside

her story will be told

her voice will be heard

when she's 6 feet under

finally at peace

Author's Note

My first poem that doesn't rhyme, thoughts?