Hell

She told me she hurts herself when I'm not around.
In the shape of hearts on her arms
That night she went on holiday,
Five years ago.
She never told me why,
Or what this meant, not a word.
She just inconspicuously changed the subject
Every time I worried about her.
When she came back, I looked for scars,
It was winter time, she hid them well,
She keeps hiding behind her happy exterior
That she feels like she's in hell.
And for five years, we never talked.
Not a word, was I to blame?
For not being there with her,
On that fateful day?
Now she's miles away, with a negative mentality
And I no longer care,
She's got someone else,
To share stories with.
Though concern whether she'll live
With all these troubles and memories
Seldomly comes to mind
There's nothing I can say or do.
It's his burden now.
He can break her as she sees fit,
Just one vunerable spot,
And she'll be in pieces
But I know he'll treat her right,
Even though its none of my business,
Though he knows not of the consequences
If he breaks her
But like I said, I no longer care
It's none of my concern
I have a hell of my own now
Thanks to her.