She

many are torn from this earth by a simple thing as words,,, are words really that simple?

She walks through the halls

without seeing

the crystal clear things everyone else can

all she can think of

is her home

her life

She asks herself will i make it through today

or will i be taken from this land

others call her names

many point and laugh

words circulate around her

of hate

She wonders when is the breaking point

why she is still alive

when there is no simple words

of love

or even kindness

how can there be a rain storm without rain?