All alone

It was dark, cold and wet outside,
As she walked out of the hell she lived in,
She had scars and brusies, skinny and wide,
Everything she heard everything she felt, was a sin.

Her soul was weak and sore,
As her heart was broken and torn,
She triped and fell to the floor,
A lifelese body, we will mourn.

She died of that lonely night,
No one really saw her pain,
Inside she fought that fight,
But in the end, it was you who suffered through the pain.