You can see it in her eyes..

You can see the hurt in her bright blue eyes.
You can see the worry in her eyes.
You can see the tears she sheds when no one is around,
You can see her second guessing and wondering why she should even be here.
You cant see the beatings when she gets home.
You cant see the scars underneather her clothes.
You cant see her pull out the gun and point it to her head.
You cant see her pull the trigger.
She no longer has to wish she was dead...
Now all you can see is the hurt in her icey cold blue eyes as she layes there still.
She just lays there and drifts into a world with new hope.