Pain

My body is not the one sick
My heart is
All the pain I have been put through
Has worn away at it
All the tears make trails,
The whole way down
The things I look back on
The person I look back on
Is ashamed of what has become of her

But she can't do a thing
She can only look at the person who has done it all
Can never confront her about it
Can never say anything about it
All she can do is sit and watch that woman destroy her life
Knife in hand
Ready to strike again...