Pain

Teardrops ran down from her nose,

While she sat in dark corners where nobody goes.

Years and years on she let the evil win,

No one could ever notice the stream from her eyes to her chin.

Her eyes told a horrid story,

Do you think she looks happy?

Just look again until you find the scars of her past,

Before she tries to breathe her last.

Every scar carved on her body,

Tells a very different story 

And now her smile is just like a painted picture,

And maybe it would remain the same forever.