So used and abused she fell
to the sidewalk.
Her spirit so defeated, her
self esteem washed away with her tears.
No shoes, clothes in tatters,
only morsels to eat.
So many walking by,
pretending she doesn’t exist.
Dejected, she looks up at me
with beseeching eyes.
I see the blood oozing from
her arms.
She cuts herself not to feel
pain but to feel life.
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