She wants to say that

She's alive and well,

but only God knows that

She's going through hell.

No, she's not okay

But that’s all she cares to say.

Because we all get a little

Weary when one knows

Too much of our day.

Yesterday is history.

But it remains skin deep,

scarred on her arm;

No longer a mystery.

Just let her be.

Tomorrow, in the morning,

You’ll see that

She’ll finally be free.