Wounded

She lays alone, in the alleyway, cold
It's warm outside, but inside she feels old
She knows too well what was in his head
She deeply wishes that she were dead
She thinks she's bleeding, but doesn't care
This mental bleeding is too much to bear
Too weak to cry, to worn to scream
The world before had an illusive gleam
But now that's gone; she's wounded
The sky won't fall; she's wounded