There came a russle, from a tussle.
She looked like me, but I couldn't see.
Why was she here this midnight dreary, as I looked, she was weak and weary.
As she run, roughly, reaping she fell, wondering the fee.
With the blood slowly dripping, my eyes wanted to turn to flee.
But I still wondered, who was she?
Deep into the darkness, as she was lying, crying, prying to stand, she heard a man.
Who is he, I ask, this man, she wants to flee?
He isn't her friend, in any way, this has to suspend.
But look at me, weakly, waiting here wondering, I don't hold the key.
The key that would make her free, who could help him see.
Why does she run from thee?
As she came upon a street light, I opened my mouth, and screamed.
For what did I see, this teen she was me!
With jeans frayed, fishnets flowing, her fun was no more.
Her make up dark to a degree, she looked like a refugee.
I dropped to one knee, ponderly, preying, out in plea.
Why was this girl me?
Suddenly, coming from the darkness, with hands up in fist.
The man I used to fear, grabbed her, when she wanted to flee.
He toke her close, when I needed him most.
He started to cry, as did I, he understood her plea.
The hollow, haunted, hate started to flea in thee.
How does this happen to me?
The pain, hate, and sorry ness was in his eyes.
He wanted to be worry-free, but it wasn't a guarantee.
She looked in his eyes, and only asked him why?
For he answered, "I couldn't see the real thee."
But once he could see, he noticed he did love she.
How could this be?
So he toke her home, realizing all he had shown.
His love so deep, he had to agree, that she is for he.
Over the days he followed her ways.
He treated her in glee, for their love seemed so free.
They carried on so happily, but this seems too right to be.
Why does this happen to me?
Then came the day, he was taken away.
There was no more glee, only me.
Alone, sad, and depressed, she was a big mess.
Now I see, I have to agree, love always has a fee.
But you have to see, and pardon me, I still love thee.
I know now why this happens to me!
With the pain in my chest, that I must digest.
Everything cost a fee, you have to agree.
Even when you want to die, just remember, to ask why.
Don't by shy, don't even lie, they don't really want your absentee.
Don't disagree, and again pardon me, they need thee.
They need me!!!
