The Whore

The sound of tears splash against the floor,
they frown and turn away from her in disgust,
for in their eyes she is just another whore.
No one can see whats inside,
no one knows all the times she's tried.
Who can feel the pain and agony dwelling within,
no not none; not one at all,
for all they can see, is her filthy sins.
She falls to her knees,
hands covering face.
Her heart breaks again,
as another man walks away.
Names; who needs to know names?
They have come in numbers one,two,and three.....
All she ever wanted has long faded,
all she ever needed has now become defeated.
In the mist she hopes and prays,
for that one man who will finally stay.
She stands beside herself,
through another nights' journey,
in heated ecstasy she yet again sells her body.
Who will ever see,
who will ever believe,
who will come to set her free,
who will be the one to give her, her needs,
who could ever love, love the whore......