Only Fifteen

She is only fifteen

She had dreams of the travelling the world

She just wanted to be a child

She thought she was broken goods

Now she sits on the curb

A bottle in one hand and pills in the other

As she gives up on herself

Can anybody hear me?

Sitting there the visions attack her

His hand forcing her to stay

The shaking hand begins to move

A pill falling onto her tongue

The whiskey washing it down

The vision of that night

Bright in her mind

His hand pulling at her clothes

While she screamed and cried

Losing what was left of her soul inside

She dropped another pill onto her tongue

The tears falling

As she had finally

Given up on herself

Then an angel stood behind her

Telling her she hasn’t been forgotten

Showing her a new light

That makes her feel beautiful

No longer broken goods

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