she's lost

She sits in a room. In the corner
She cries; love she has not tried
Her pain deep as she cuts
In her flesh drive a tip; a razor it goes deep
Her need to be alive
Her soul taken, her body used.
Shadows she hides
A father never known
Streets she finds to fill her need.
Many men used; filled her needs
Tattoo by men’s greed
Tub of nothing to help her bleed
Cries sound never heard
Lay in another man bed
For love never felt
Junk she pumps in veins; hides that pain.
To be her last
Wastes away with junk in her veins
She’ll  never feel pain.
Lost in her head; never found again.
As her path it’s a dead-end
Quick look back; nothing at all
Life is lost; sad for being 15