This place

As her hair dances around her face,
She wishes to be taken away from this place,
She's sick of being left in the dark,
All she ever hears is the vicious dog bark,

She wants time for silence,
No more violence,
She wants all the tears to end,
She has not one silent friend,

The fears in her heart no longer caught,
They are all inside her no longer faught,
Another tear rolls down her cheek,
She can't see or even speak,

Holding hands with death,
Waiting for each heavy breath,
Seeing all the word cry,
Makes a tear shine in her eye,

Don't touch my raw and hurting skin,
Believe me I'll never win