Read Between The Lines And Save A Life

Save A Life...so much pain...so many people...

Silence speaks for itself;
that which you see
must change to what should be.

Faces say so much
even when staring blankly
though unspoken and unseen.

These bruises are art,
the portrait of beating,
but they only paint a wife.

These bones are lumber
stormed by rage splintering,
but only a child is broken.

This wrist is a country,
with  a crimson river flowing;
only a phase of adolescent pain.

This womb held a tiny gift,
now ripped open and empty,
and that was only a cell.

These are mere words,
that you are ignoring...
and they are only mine.

These are simply hearts
that have stopped beating...
only the death of life.

There is not much, only skin,
rotting off of the body,
with a lost soul within.