Hidden

She hides her face,

With the pills she takes,

And reveals herself,

By the scars she makes,

So lost and confused,

With the world upon her shoulders,

She keeps moving forward,

Trailing blood upon her path,

A man finds this path,

And knowing where it leads,

Follows the blood stained path,

In the hopes to sew her clean.

Author's Note

I wonder if this man should go down this path, I don't think it is worth it anymore.