A strange black town

In a black town,
a strange child walks around,
hateful looks,
shoot her down,
to go back and wither,
on the ground,
Ink drops on the ground,
hatred feelings,
put her down,
knowing no one,
loving no one,
her life now nothing,
not a sound,
as she crawls to her hole,
she seels a knife,
on the ground,
she sits there staring,
wondering what to do,
she grabs it,
and plunges it deep inside,
her black inky heart