Pure As Rain

There are stars on her body,
Yet not from tattoos,
There are scars on her body,
but not from Bo-Boos.

Her mind will go blank,
Not one worry will remain,
There is only one thing left,
The raw shiver of pain.

It trickles down her arm,
Feels as pure as rain,
But it is different,
For this is from her vein.

Scar are left behind,
Each one tells a tale,
Never of success,
But always fail.

She doesn't care what people will say,
For she is in total bliss,
She doesn't care if she dies,
For she has no true family to miss.