She wore the brightest veil and had the loveliest smile
She spoke the kindest words and did the nicest things
She covered all of her scars under layers and layers of sweet scents, happy talks and beautiful veils
A short prayer, quiet sobs and alcohol were her most loyal companions
The man responsible for her despair, wanders about the altar in a finely pressed suit and a deceitful smile preaching love, respect and trust.
But he had defied her,
Her reflection screams out at her,
Nobody would believe, nobody would listen, Nobody!
She screams back.
She'd have to die with this deeply cut scar
A lost battle, she thinks to herself as she poses for yet another happy family portrait.