19 October 2012
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
Tears Of A Runaway • Opuss № I