Sometimes she gets so choked up
With hate or despair
Or life
She gets scared it might drown her soul
And she has to let it out
Seep, trickle, pour
Away from her
Released by cold kind steel
But no matter what she does
It still broods inside
And all that changes
Is you can see it on the outside
If you look
People say it’s a cry for help
Well, then her soul must be screaming
But shame and secrecy hushes it
And she continues to drown in silence