THE PAIN YOU CAN'T SEE
No purple and brown bruises
Not a hint of red on bare flesh
No lumps, nor scars
No sight of blood in the tears
But there is pain, and oh...how it hurts
Inside the body there would be bruises found
Open it up and you'd see
A beaten heart, a ravaged soul
Burned by the acid of anger
Left discolored and worn
Nerves who no longer answer
to the crazed callings of a beaten brain.
