Each new day the wounds are riped open further.
Each new day the end draws nearer,
The pain grows larger.
Hot tears sting threw my eyes.
try to block it out!
try!
But how?
How can I when I know whats coming?
How?

Will this happy girl ever be truely herself again?
No.
How could she be.
He is part of her now,
She is in too deep....no turning back

aileen smith

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/submerged-3/