nothing at all

catefrances

she lives in a room
her four walled cell
she sleeps on a mattress
that rests on bare floor boards
she cooks her meals on a camp stove
that's when she can be bothered
to cook at all
she lives alone
she doesn't like it
she sees boys every day
she wants them to love her
she sells her body on the street
the boys she meets want her
they even need her
but they'll never love her
how can you love a whore
she works at night
sometimes during the day
sometimes not at all
she amuses herself
she talks to herself
she doesn't always answer
can't bring herself to look in the mirror
she colours her hair
paints her toenails
smoothes her dress over her thighs
pulls the door shut behind her
she fools herself every day
every night's just the same
she sells herself on the street
hoping to steal life somehow
but..
someone beat her to it
she lived in a room
her four walled cell
now she's dead in a box
she's nothing at all
in death
as in life
she ain't nothing at all

sistanumsy

This saddens me. I know you shall deserve better and take it now. Well written and back through. This cannot happen...though I know it does.