She is Hurt! She is Broken!

She Shrieked with fright
She ran away
She cried all night
She can no more stay

She shuts the door
She broke the chair
She wept on floor
Pulling her hair

She is tired of being called
O slut, O whore
She cried and cried
And cried some more

She slits her wrist
And Punched the wall
Her stomach churning in twists
She won’t pick up my call

She loathes herself
She groaned and groaned
she looks at her pictures
All torn and worn

She can feel it all
With blood oozing out
Having her final fall
She is now dead, with no doubt.

by ROSHNI JAIN

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