Each new day the wounds are riped open further. <br />Each new day the end draws nearer, <br />The pain grows larger. <br />Hot tears sting threw my eyes. <br />try to block it out! <br />try! <br />But how? <br />How can I when I know whats coming? <br />How? <br /> <br />Will this happy girl ever be truely herself again? <br />No. <br />How could she be. <br />He is part of her now, <br />She is in too deep....no turning back<br /><br />aileen smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/submerged-3/
