Her

Do you ever know what it feels like to be so alone and numb

Not a friend to care

Not a person to hold your hand through the pain

Not someone to take your mind off the the emptiness you feel

Being held prisoner in your own life

Your own home

Being told that you can’t rely on friends your thought you had

People meaninglessly telling you they care for you, admire you, want you

Then the moment they find out how easy you are to use and throw away they do the same

That constant brand you wear on your forehead

The scars that you have not only on your body but on your soul

Being the slut

Being the one they can easily dispose of

I know my name and I know where I belong

But to just escape

To just smile and feel free

Is just a dream

The feeling of being so alone and trapped

You dream of that angel

That five minutes of fresh air

But that will never happen

You have your brand

Keep in your role

Keep your chains and OBEY!

That’s your job now do it or die!