All The Secrets Never Told Poem by Elizabeth Clement

Of all the secrets never told,
Mine could have stopped her,
From slicing her wrist.
That lead to her never fading scars.
She tried to cover them, with wrist- bands,
Of the colors of the rainbow.
But she could never cover,
The pain that lingered in her eyes.

She’s become something,
That would make other girls ashamed,
To have known her,
Like me.

She could have had a normal,
Or some-what normal life.
Had she not done the things,
She does now,
For a little bit of money.
Of all the secrets never told,
I wish I had told hers.