She

And she fought back.

She fought back, because it's the only thing she could do

But see what they did to her, and how they did it too.

See the culprit, mutilated with scratches and force.

His body, exhibited everything except remorse.

You continue, lengthening the list of blames.

She is waiting there, waiting for death. To be devoured by flames.

What is the point of questions anymore? Stop gloating, of your discontent.

She's dead to herself anyways. Who were you, again?

"Look at all the people fighting for you."

What does it matter? The harm is done. Can you undo?

She must have all these questions in her head.

She doesn't know what to feel. "Maybe she's better off dead."

But why do they pretend to care, she can't comprehend.

They didn't help when she was touched, violated, and impaled, regardless of consent?

Forgive her for thinking so. She's just a child.

She doesn't know, how society differs between the civilized and the wild.

She thinks it doesn't.