She will never let go

The hate for him, he made himself,
Those thoughts have been found hidden on her self.

The pressure of her hands on thy neck is indefinite,
her hate has willed her to perform thy fate.

Her hair frozen with blood of her own,
the clothes she wears are torn and she is alone.

She can cry no more for her eyes are permanently dry,
everyday and night she tries her best to just die.

But she does know, that she cannot go,
even though, he has taken her pure soul.

When she hides in fear of others it is not in shame,
for he is the only one of this problem to blame.

As everyone leaves and sinks into the ground,
She will stand up strong and let her thoughts be sound.

Finally for everyone who hurts or hurts others she will shed a tear,

For she is the last, she is still here.