there is a house on a busy street
where there lives five busy people

and in this house in these people's hearts
lied several desires that they each housed
in their small and precious hearts

and a girl in this house knew that she was not perfect
and the girl knew that she needed some kind of help
and this girl understood that she needed a way out

but her father was a cruel man,
blaming her for things she hadn't caused,
beating her for reasons unknown to her petite mind.

her friends could not comprehend
the pain she felt when she walked
through the doorway to this place
called "home" on this busy street.

her mother wouldn't listen to
her cries of help or desperation
and all she wanted was a way
out.

but this story was not a fairy tale;
there was no prince charming at
her window, ready to take her to
a safe place.

her life was not as precious as the
fairy princess in all the movies or
the teenage girl who always finds
her way out.

she didn't know if she wished
to drown herself
in love,
*****,
or the sea.

so she chose the latter
because she was not a fan
of goodbyes.

and this busy house
with the busy people
lived on with their
busy lives and didn't
stop to think about
the pain they had
caused to the girl

their sister
their daughter
their "friend".

but their busy lives went on
with or without a 'savior' to help
them along.