She slips out the window
into the night,
doesn’t know where she’s going,
just knows where she’s been.
A damaged young girl,
whose beauty is hidden
by the cold, black shell
that’s as hard as her heart.
Running from monsters
who filled her with shame.
Her innocence stolen,
her spirit demolished.
She knows she can’t win.
She knows she can’t stay.
Alone on the streets,
like trash in the gutter.
–
©Shelli Carlisle 2010
Scattered Nonsense 
love this,
I can relate some,
beautifully done!
😉
This is a powerful poem. Your words capture the feel of desperation so well. Sometimes it’s difficult to write poetry and emotions like this. You have done very well with it. Thank you for sharing.