Tears Of A Runaway

Aged 15, she was a runaway teen
When she left, she did not understand what it would mean

It seems like a lifetime ago now
She doesn't even know why, all she remembers is a big row

The young girl, that left her safe home
Is a distant memory now, into life on the streets she has been thrown

Life is living merely day to day
No tears she can yet cry, emotion cannot get in her way

For this is her life, the one she chose
If she could change one thing, that door to home, she never would have closed

The things she has to do, just to get by
For her, each and every time, a little piece of her dies

Her life revolves around drink, drugs and sex
It's all she knows, the booze and pills help her to forget

She sees how people, look and stare
Like she's shit on their shoe, it happens all the time, everywhere

In a way, she understands why she's treated this way
She walked out the door, this is her punishment, her price to pay

She often thinks of her mum and her old room
In her dreams, she is warm and safe, inside her mothers womb

Thinking of her mum, still puts a smile on her face
The warmth and smell of her, takes her momentarily away from this dark place

Sometimes she wonders, maybe she could go home?
But shame taunts her, her despair, won't let her pick up the phone

A single tear, drops down her unclean face
In remembrance of a 15 year old, who vanished without a trace

©Kim Brown 19th October 2012