The girl killed into women

The soft air rushes around her figure
Her insides boiling
The steam rises into orange pink burnt sky
The love they held for her, was pigmented control
I have no time to raise you
Their voices tremble
My life is full
You came when my soul was old
Now this is your consequences for being born
Singular driven
Needed to harden
Into the world on her own
No one there to support
Men they came and took away
The closet, it's warm arms she slept
The only one not judging
Now she stabs herself
There is no pain
Her heart is blistering
Suffering is revengeful conviction
Her backpack, she fills
With the misdeeds and anguish held delicatly
Now her strength strapped to her back
No one notices her as she walks softly
Through destruction of time
Attacking, tore down her mind