~She~

Another poem from over the summer that was forgotten. Some tweaking was needed, but now I'm satisfied with it.

She never has much to say
her mind has always been that way.
Listening to the problems,
starts to take it's toll,
on her heart.
She remains strong,
on the outside.
But on the inside,
she's screaming,
she's crying,
she's dying.
She's too proud to say so.
So she drowns herself in a pool,
of words,
of hurt,
of excess.
There's no going back.
The innocence was never there,
not for her.
She grew up to fast,
she stayed that way too long.
Now looking back,
there was no choice.
She blames herself,
for crashes,
for deaths,
for faults,
that clearly aren't hers.
She feels,
that there's no break for her.
When it rains,
every problem she's ever had,
washes over her,
crashes over her,
sinks her.
She's desperate for a breathe,
but she's forgotten how to breath.
She needs to be strong,
but she's forgotten how to hold her head up.