Blood-inthe-Dark

She was as pale as a new-born day, blood drained from her anorexic face, Skin pulled taut over brittle bones, creaking movement, her whole body moaned, She had never had anybody to call her own, nobody had ever given her love or a home, The only friends She knew were her tears, surrounded by no one, accompanied by her fears, Shunned by a world of the tainted and cruel, She cried for help, but had no-one at all, Wept everyday for someone to care, She never understood why nobody was there, She told herself she was to blame, then sacrificed herself to torment and shame, She looked for ways to make it all end, tried to find release