Poet- She's Suffering

Every Minute She goes through more pain than most people would be able to handle,
Every Second something happens to make me cry or at the very least want to cry,
When she wakes up She wants to cry because She is alive and can't escape the pain she knows she will be in that day,
And every year, month, week, day, hour, minute and second,
She waits every morning for the afternoon and when afternoon comes she waits for night,
And once she falls asleep she tries her best to wait for the moon to fall and the sun to rise,
When night comes She is almost happy,
She can finally escape her pain that comes when she is asleep,
But she cannot be fully happy,
Because even when she sleeps, she is in pain,
She suffers every day from sleep deprivation,
Worry, Being hated, Never feeling fully loved,
And pain and suffering from all of those,
She never knows what will hurt her the next day or that morning,
Or whatever, She just knows, she will be hurt,
Somehow, someway or by, someone,
Everything makes Her writhe,
Everything gives Her aches,
Every time She wakes She languishes,
Knowing Shes not dead yet,
Shes just waiting for Death to take her,
So all her suffering, sorrow,
And pain can go away,
And can be replaced by peace and quiet,
And maybe even happiness,
Death is peaceful, Death is easy for her,
Life is harder, Life is Hell on Earth for Her.