What happened to you?
Did your family never give you enough attention?
That you gave it up for a boy
who only came to solicite
your affections?

Can you not see
That she
who gave you air
and birth
struggles with the
daily idea of having you hurt?

I knew your mother
I knew her good
She never hurt you,
like other mothers would.

Being  a runaway
from a home of opresssion
and depression
where you are scared
is different

than running away
from your own reflection.

I don't know where
you are, who your with
or if your even truly that far.

But once you've given all you have
to give

He will leave
dead dying
in a ditch.

You'll be left to roam
in streets,
bar rooms,
shelters,
alleyways.

With the rats
the mice,
and wild men.

Do anything for a dime.
A Nickel.

'Please sir I'll make it worth your time.'

You still have time
Turn back now
Walk away
Don't Make a sound

The doors still open
Come Home Now.