A whole week has gone by
and no one has mentioned a word.
I wonder how much of the story they’ve heard,
or how much of it made a difference?
But still, she kept on breathing,
her heart kept right on beating.
Against all her better judgement,
still, she kept on surviving…
living inside a shell where she was weary from trying…
with eyes burnt from crying…
a soul blackened from lying.
Another week has gone by and still, no one has mentioned a word.