Jane Doe

All the days that she cried.
Whenever she couldn't hide.
The nights she shed her blood.
She resisted whenever she could.
She tried screaming out for help.
But all did not end well.
The parents sent from the depths of Hell,
cast their evil spell.
Their eyes of fire and hearts of ice.
They've almost killed her all but twice.
She tried to escape their wrath,
but she'd always end up in their path.
She knew she was a
sinful
sinful girl
in this messed up,
cruel world.
But when she took her razor to a special spot,
she felt as if those sins had dropped.
One day she cut a little deeper,
she felt herself get weaker.
She heard a small sigh so she looked up to the sky.
No one else could see a trace,
but all she could see was God's face.