I am what people call Damaged goods,
My face is pretty, my body scarred,
My skin is intact, my soul smeared.
I dont know what's right now, nor do I care,
My soul left me, the day I was ruined.
The pain is still there, my heart still aches,
The binds are too tight & I cant get free,
it's suffocating and killing me,
But I cant do anything.
I'm their puppet. I do as they will.
My body is their's, a robot for them,
They can do anything with it...
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I'm numb now.
Nothing inside me. Hollow.
Just a piercing darkness & shallowness.
I didn't know how long would I be here,
Under their command, under them.
The question is anwered now..
They kicked me out in the evening,
Saying I wasn't much exciting anymore,
Though I heard her shrieks,
I wonder how they got her..
I dont have anywhere to go now.
My parent sold me & now see me as a disgrace,
But it's too much now,
& I can feel myself slipping away...
As I lie in this alley, cold and naked,
After the monster was done with me...
The stars above twinkle merrily,
A cool breeze blows,
But my body doesn't respond,
it's shutting down..
The clouds are gathering above & my mind is at peace,
I guess after much wishing my time has finally come,
As I'm relieving all the memories again,
I close my eyes but the lights are too bright,
& as I lose myself again,
I pray that I'm the last one to go through all this,& not another girl loses her childhood again...
