She Died/Unspoken Secrets

This is easily the most personal poem I have ever written about an experience that happened when I was young. It's not my usually pattern of writing at all but this came out one day so I have left it as is. It comes in two parts. Part one is She Died:

She died that night
But her lungs kept breathing
And her heart kept beating
She died that night
With his image forever burned in her retinas
She died that night
Words in her throat but he told her 
"Never speak" and she didn't
She died that night but nobody noticed
She was the dead girl with a pulse
She died that night
When he took her soul 
And something else she can never get back
She died that night, withered away
The wind carried her innocence to a distant land
And it drifted through the window of another girl
Who took comfort in knowing she wasn't the only one
Who was afraid to speak


Part two of this poem is called Unspoken Secrets:

How dare you?
How dare you ask me a question like that?
It's not why didn't I say anything,
It's why didn't you listen?
When I had something to say 
You were too busy
But now, now you say you care?
I used to want to tell you
Back then it meant so much to me
And now that I don't care
You want to take the time
I'll kill you and myself before I ever tell you 
Because the truth would do that anyways
It still hurts but I'm used to that pain
My face forgot how to smile
And my heart forgot what happiness was
So no, I won't tell you my secret
I'll take it to the grave where it belongs
Because I'm already dead