She wore all black on occasions
When the mourning and grief felt inside had to be shown outwards
Cares and concerns not her own
Rivers of the burdens of silent tears and prayers
The blood of the innocent cries out to the hearts and minds of those that know more than they say
The struggle is real somewhere else your struggle is a matter of choices
Go ahead and numb your pain since it's too much for you to handle
Working towards changing for the better.
Little do you know that it can't be found inside of you.
She wore all black on occasions
To show her respects for the dead and the living who hadn't yet realized how dead they are.