She Couldn't Cry

Life shattered her,
Beat her,
Broke her,
But she couldn't cry.
In silence,
She walked through Hell,
And she couldn't cry.
With blood on her hands--
Her own crimson dye--
She held on to all she had left,
Yet she couldn't cry.
The agony as she fought
Wasn't enough,
To make her shed a tear,
For she couldn't cry.
She'd had her fair share;
She took the beatings;
She faced Life head-on;
Still, she couldn't cry.