HOPEFUL

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Blur sights eyes red,
Cries ever night before going to bed.
Cracked lips face dull,
Heart is more like an empty hall.
She is made of miles and miles of skin,
But that layer is very thin.
And beneath that lies her inner soul,
Nerves, blood, veins and beauty untold.

Her eyes has the colour of where birds fly,
And where you find pearls hidden in shells.
It is like a deep forest where you get lost,
And an unknown story it tells.
Of a girl who was once free and pure,
And was hopeful about the world she lived in.
Who had no nightmares and no nasty thoughts,
Who had no scars on her skin.
Who wasn't scared when people touched her,
Who didn't feel exposed when she got stared.
About a girl who knew nothing about sorrow,
About a girl who was only loved and cared.
But that one night changed everything,
The night when unknown hands were in forbidden places.
The night when she lost her dignity and pride,
The night when she was surrounded with scary lustful faces.
Then she was thrown away like a garbage,
Feeling pathetic and filthy and completely unwanted.
She was pushed in a dark and dirty place,
Which was cursed and nasty and disgustingly haunted.
She thought that the society will at least treat her with love,
And would help to heal her wounds and cuts.
But the society just added more pain to her life,
And enjoyed seeing her hopes blown away like particles of dust.
They blamed her because she was confident and fearless,
They blamed her for her dressing sense.
They compressed her thoughts and muted her voice,
And left her rotting in that mess.
But she still has a little bit of hope,
And thinks that to help her out someone will be sent.
Can someone please tell her that there's no point in waiting,
Because humanity has finally come to an end.

~Rape is the only crime in which the victim becomes the accused......

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