Abused: Lord, Why?

I sit alone in the darkness
kneeling and afraid
praying for it all to end
and into oblivion fade.

Lord, I just don't understand
What is it about my skin?
Why is it some people want to hate me
and not know the person within?

Watch my tears drip in the darkness
onto the cracked pavement below
my bruises bleed profusely
as I embrace my eternal woe

Why do people think I'm useless?
How come I feel so used?
Why do people see my skin
and think I should be abused?