Kim

No love, no warmth was hers.
She was a ghost among the living,walking the halls unnoticed.

She sought love, bargained for attention,

And bought concern.

In solitude she cursed herself,
hugged her legs with scared arms.

She offered her body to lovers of sex,

And auctioned it off for abuse.

Tomorrow they will bury her.

A tombstone will mark the spot.

But no one will mourn. No one.

The rope that adorned her throat

Heard her final sobs in solitude.

Suicide they call it—Murder

the reality.

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