She was killing herself

There were no scars on her body.
She bled not a single drop
But there were scars on her soul
And she bled everywhere

She was killing herself

She had no tears on her face
Her cheeks were dry
But she was crying inside
Her soul was soaking with tears

She was killing herself

She had no poison in her hand
Her body was free of any kind of toxin
But she had a brain
And her brain was filled with toxin

She was killing herself

She talked to no one
Her lips were always curved upwards
She talked to herself in the mirror
Her lips were always curved downwards.

She was killing herself and not even she could see it.

It will end, she thought.
And it did.