Self Infliction

            Tears fall, screams thrash, fists of anger crash.  In the morning all will wonder the bruises, will fear the worst, though none will ask.  No one knows all the pain, she blames herself.  The cuts, the bruises, the scars, all of her own infliction, all of her own doing.  Secretly, inside the pieces of her broken heart, she wishes, she prays, she hopes that someone would come, someone would heal all the pain, catch the tears, silence the screams, and halt the fists.  Years alone, no one else, caring for herself, and so many others.  Many tears fell, too many, thousands of screams dealt out, though none heard by the ears of another.  Fists crashed, with all the possible force.  Bruises left, though more inside than out.  Her heart is broken, her soul is crushed, her spirit trampled.  She hides herself, she hides her pain, for no one else, to EVER see.  For she knows that prince charming is nowhere near, and that she will forever remain alone.