You don't know what was done to her body, 
So you have no room to judge her scars.
It happens to her all the time.
She gets beaten, tortured, and bloody.
And for what?
The parents that didn't love her
Didn't even want her
And the monsters that lay beside her.
Always hiding under her bed,
And at night they would crawl into her head.
Constantly giving her nightmares.
She'd wake, covered in sweat and trembling.
She'd wake, screaming in fright and gruesome horror.
Eyes bleeding from the torture.
The cries and screams of agony...
They woke her demon guardians
Who would fill the washtub with icy water.
Then pull her by the hair and drown their daughter.
It might as well have been slaughter.
All the while hearing her parent's laughter
Until she became quiet, stopped fighting.
Then the demons went back to sleep.
And she didn't make another peep.
She would always stay in that tub for the rest of the night.
Until the morning's light saved her from another tragic fright.
Then she would climb out and start her day.
That was her normal life.
Her every night.
If not, then it was worse.
A beating, a thrashing, a smacking, a slashing...
But one day it all became too much.
She yelled to the world "No more!"
And she jumped off the highest cliff.
She tumbled down and died from this, her suicide.
So next time don't judge, just listen.
You don't know of the information you might be missing.