She paints pain

She regrets every word , she say
She reset each and every pain
She hopes to be violated
She has nothing to say again
She is mute
She isn't immune
What she says , she does resume

She murmer for truth
She prays for good
She turns the light
To see the sights
The darkness in bright
The fear in kind
The paining knee
the broken ribs
And everything pains inside

Ages in dark room
Paleness encaved
Searching for good
But written is against
She hates to admit
But it is her fate
Her cold tips
And scared face
She is on her new phase
She is drawing her past
For the future beheld

All day and dark night
She has nothing but to fight
The uncertain truth
The claimed false
With she has pain
And blood around
She shapes the redness
As it sounds
And waits for help
As death surrounds