Innocence.

by Amber Justine

She crys for help, she mercys the pain
shes lyes on the ground blood mixed with rain
bruises are swelled acheing her legs.
clothes are ripped they look like rags
no shoes no socks; feet in the cold
she tried so hard to be strong and bold
inside the skin aches more then out
the voice inside her head screams and shouts
her ears ring nothing to hear
she wants to run from the fear
she cannot walk though she couldnt at all
everytime she tried she'd trip and fall
cigarette burns and piss in her hand
nothing in her mouth but mud and sand
trembling and shaking her sobs cant hide
trying so hard to open her eyes wide
they left her alone noone can hear
alone in a field noone near
she tries to scream but her voice is unheard
they told her and told her to not say a word
bruises from bats, cuts from a knife
imagine the day before she had a life
she was innocent she was poor
she was a virgin before they tore