If these lips could bare to speak..

Upon these lips were a host of secrets,

Secrets that she did not create,

Created by selfish people,

People who pretended to love her,

Her love was a tarnished mystery,

Mystery on top of misery,

Misery of a lifetime,

Lifetime of guilt,

Guilt that wasn’t hers to hold,

Holding onto the pain,

Pain and rain day by day,

Day time that rapidly grew into nightmares,

Nightmares that grew into silent screams,

Scream in her mind that grew into words on paper..