they punished her.
they threw her into the basement.
hit her with broken bottles.
watched as the shards cut into her porcelain skin.
leaving rivers of crimson red to trail down her arms.
her hair was covered in blood, too.
she was beaten, broken and alone.
what a strange thing.
i wonder who created punishment.
i don’t like to be punished.
no one does.
i don’t believe in bad people.
just confused, misunderstood people
that make bad decisions.
and bad choices.
it’s not their fault.
like maybe it’s not my fault either.