All She Wanted...

lame things that make no sense.

She wonders why she feels much pain.

She wonders why there is never anyone listening.

Not even any rain,

to describe what she is feeling.

She remembers the man coming into her room like it were yesterday.

She remembers the bruises adding up every other day.

Now it is all hidden.

She keeps it a secret.

Still, as no one listens.