The Not So Innocent

I'm Fine

She wears a grey hoodie,

Hoping no one will notice her,

She keeps her head down everyday,

Never speaks to anyone,

All alone in her life,

But one day he walked up to her,

Said he loved her, and only her,

And she trusted him with her life,

But she was still sad,

So I asked her, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" she said,

But I pulled down her hood,

And she was black and blue,

Covered in bruises,

The scars that ran along her jaw,

The cuts that lined her face,

The bruises that blotched her pale skin,

He broke her,

And now it's my job to pick up the pieces