Tears, crying, a gentle shriek
Trails of blood running down her cheeks
Wants to get away from the abuse
Tried to run but she feels used
Left that place to go to a better
But that one was worse than the other
She tries and tries but fails
To get out of the places of nails
Falling, always falling, never rising
Out of the places that cause bruising
Maybe one day she can
But she doubts that will happen
Cause those places have a tight hold
And she can't seem to feel anything, anything but cold