She sits in the rain,
with her back to society.
She hides all her pain,
until it causes a catastrophe.
Though her face portrays a broken soul,
she prays that one day these bastards will pay the toll.

Crying tears of hatred,
slamming the door to her heart.
Wishing someone would have waited,
before she fell apart.
The blood pouring down her wrist,
because she believed she wouldn't be missed.

Lying in a broken home,
screaming at the world in vain.
Knowing soon she'd be alone,
her thoughts say she will gain.
Vengeance on the thought she would be found,
as she's laid below the ground.