Blood Stained Hands

The blood stained hands,
Her boyfriends demands.

She wants to get away,
I just have to say.

Can she run,
Being burnt by the sun.

No she can not,
She lost the battle that she fought.

She fell in a puddle of blood,
With her face covered in mud.

She wasnt dead yet she shouldve been,
She hadnt been with many men.

So she knew nothing about others out there,
I guess that this just wasnt fair.

Her blood stained hands run across the floor,
This life was just a bore.

Good bye to world she is dead,
This is what she once said.