she is tired,
she is cold,
she is hurt,
somewhere,
all alone,
by herself,
friends and family?
they don't care,
she was once a child,
innocent and kind,
sweet and niave,
happy and fair,
then he came,
praised her smile,
praised her eyes,
praised her hair,
she believed,
taken in by his lies,
agreed to go with him,
everywhere,
but when he was done,
he changed he like a glove,
he'd taken her innocence,
without a care,
now she's tired,
now she's cold,
she lies there hurt,
somewhere.
