Her Story

The pages are torn

the words are smeared.

I read the nightmares

of all that she feared.

Each chapter leaves me breathless

as I read between the lines.

She always told me

that everything was fine.

It was her cry for help

with the paper and ink.

But a little bit of her slipped away

every time she blinks.

Nobody knew it.

It took everyone by surprise.

These pages are her world

the story filled with lies.