She. Poem by Ora Moore

She sits and stares
at the broken glass wondering if she should move or stay
she wants this pain to go away
but it just keeps coming back.
Her mom don't care
and her dads already gone
so she has nobody to turn to anymore in this life.
She has more and more cuts on her wrist as days goes by
she wishes that someone understood that somone knew this pain
but she's all alone in this little town
with no hopes and only dreams.