Did you think that she left you, without a good-bye?
That she started to leave you, the day that he died,
As she was told to be strong, taught her feelings to hide?
Bet you didn’t notice and you couldn’t tell,
That with each passing day she slipped further into hell.
And you didn’t notice and you never knew,
That what once was one woman had now become two.
One so very good at pretending as she walked and she talked,
That you weren’t aware of the pain by which the other was stalked.
By the darkness that enveloped her each waking minute,
So cruel, so crushing, she had no choice but to live in it.
And as she weakened and crumbled and the deeper she fell,
She, on her own, realized there was no escaping this hell.
So she huddled in the corner, sad and alone,
Taught to be silent, and to cry on her own.
For eyes that don’t see, one woman is faithful and strong,
But that other woman, the real me, is so sad but not gone.