Here

Silence not so much as a whisper,  there are no words spoken here.
Darkness not even a speck of light, you can't even see your own hands.
But you are soaked after 20 years, you still can stop the crying.
And you are sick to you're stomach, you want to hurl.

This is where you are trapped, there is no escape.
You scream out but your voice is somehow muffled, your voice is not audible.
There is a mask on your face of smiles, but you know you aren't laughing
All alone lying in the cold, begging for some one to reach out and understand.

Wishing you were never born, or at least that time might make you numb. 
Everything is raw, no wounds have time to heal burning from the salt of you tears.
Shivering from the cold of a lonely soul and battered heart.
Worst part is your mind, gently whispers your past so you never forget the pain

Time is not enough, somehow you stand still as the world goes on without you.
Even as you force yourself to smile, tears roll rapidly down your raw red cheeks.
You fight the urge to hurl, walk around as if no burden rest upon your shoulders.
Here no matter what, your still that ugly, poor girl that no one wants to hang with...