Under the rain,

Shoeless,

Soulless.

Her time is busy with loneliness,

And not only loneliness,

But depression too.

But she doesn't want to know.

She doesn't want to know about her so much cuts in her wrists.

She doesn't want to know about her tears in conjunction with the rain.

She doesn't want to know about the floor full of stones that hurt her feet.

She doesn't want to know about the blood that falls from her face because of the punches that she took from her father.

She doesn't want to know about the bruising caused by her run away from home.

She doesn't even want to know about herself.

She just walks,

Under the rain,

Shoeless,

Soulless.