Along the streets she walks alone..
no one to care for or call her own..
battered n bruised from deep inside her hair hangs like a cloak she hides her tears behind... no one stops her no one cares.. no one to tell her that they are there... she walks down the shingles to the sand.. watches the water stretch to no mans land.. walking towards the water blue.. her feet in the wet sand slowly move.. the waves now drift across her feet.. through her clothes the water seeps.. a sudden moment of panic as they her body submerge.. then peace from her soul does emerge.. claimed by the waters deep n true.. never again to be hurt shes gone from view.. who will notice who will care.. where she once lived now no ones there..