You can't see me,

You can't see my teary eyes,
Or the tracks down my face,
Or the blood slowly trickling from my wrists.

Not much left.
Almost gone.

You can't see me,

You can't see my pale face,
Or the fear in my eyes,
Or the scars all over from his assault.

Mind going blank.
Almost gone.

You can't see me,

Not here.
He made sure of that.
He made sure I was in the dark
When I ended my own life.