We always hear about the teenage suicide and all the murders on the street. And we always winge about how 'it's such a waste of life' and we tend to ignore what�s right in front of our eyes. The girl lurking in the shadows, the crack-head that's drugged up to the eyeballs as always. She�s as high as a kite, and as pissed as anything. She was on the strong stuff at 7 am this morning. All that she inhales is the smoke; I doubt she's tasted fresh air for years. Every bone is visible and her clothes are ripped. She�s been on the run for as long as she can remember and the amount of times she�s visited those backstreet doctors, I doubt she'll ever get better from this. She bleeds from every hole and all this just to try and cover up the hurt that was caused by her parents. She�s 14, she�s just a child. But she's over looked, thought of as scum. The only people that visit her are the filthy men who use and abuse her. The ones who hurt her for their own sick pleasure. All that she gets in return is a few quid, maybe a tenner. She�s such an unbelievably pretty girl but she's filthy and she's cold. If only someone would help her. But as I said.. They just amble past, too busy with their near-to-perfect life to give a crap about the girl who stares up at them with her big brown eyes. She doesn't even have shoes or socks, her feet are black and sore. People just assume that it's her fault, that she was chucked out through her own wrong doing, as they always do with every teenage runaway. What they don't realize is she had no choice but to get out of there if she wanted to remain living. Her father was an alchie, much like her. He came home at 3 every morning, stumble up the stairs to her room and beat her senseless, her mother cared not for her daughter, she ignored the helpless whimpers that came from her mouth or the whispered cries for someone to help. Anyways, she was too busy injecting herself with heroin nowadays. The saddest part is all the dreams that she had no choice but to throw away, and she chose not to think of them because it hurt too much. She didn�t know where her little brother was. Her big sister had taken him when she left. She guesses that her sister forgot about her as she knows how easily done it is. I do not think she knows the definition of love or how it feels, and she probably never will. She might not make it to see her 30s and I hope for her sake she doesn't. She still has pride enough not to venture out into the hustle and bustle of the town, she would rather not be stared at and talked about. So she dare not get help for she's certain no one cares. If only she knew where to go to find the people who do. Maybe she could get her life back together, maybe even find a guy and have a family. Although I would probably think she daren't ever trust a man again. and if she does, if she's forgiving enough to see that they aren't all like that, then I hope that he is good to her and protects her. All she needs is love and help, from someone, somewhere. She needs someone who will keep her safe, look after her no matter what. She needs not to be abused again, or left alone with the monsters. Most little girls are promised and convinced that the monsters under the bed aren't real, but for her they were. Her father, her mother. And how could her sister do that to her? Leave her with the monsters when she was just ten. A ten year old shouldn't have a care in the world, she should believe in Santa and fairies and all those innocent little things. Not being subject to rape and torture. That guy must be sick in the head. He�s messed her up good and proper. It�s such a shame.
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dont really know where it came from. but cmnt :)
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