Tell me your value

Tell me your value,

How much are you worth?
Does the price change,

At your best,

At your worst?

How much am I paying you?

For a minute of your time?

Will you make me happy?

For seconds, minutes, moments,

Will you be mine?

Tell me please,

Whilst your down on your knees,

What's your purpose?

Why are you here?

Do you like to feel so worthless?

And if so why?

What made you like this?

No hopes and no dreams,

Just pound notes,

Shoved into the waistband of your jeans.

Such sadness in such pretty eyes,

Lines of shame and pain,

Etched along the inside of her thighs.

She tracks them like a timeline,

Scars, scars, lies, lies.

She had a pretty pair of jeans once,

She felt of so pretty wearing that light denim,

That tight denim,

And then there was him.

Ripped those jeans right off.

Cut those pretty knees right open,

Wiped herself down and shook that bloody night away,

Stood in front of a broken mirror

And didn't like what she saw.

Because that story,

Gets old,

The more it gets told.

Silly little girl,

Silly little whore.

Don't you think you're worth a little more?

It doesn't have to be money,

It doesn't have to be your lying on the floor.

It can be better.

It can.

For those seconds, minutes, moments.

Somehow.

She wiped the make up from her face,

Cleaned off the blood,

There you go pretty girl.

You're all good.

Always running.

Always hiding.

Always a head in the sand.

Thats what makes it so hard to stand.

How can you stand tall?

How can you ever feel proud?

Feel clean,

Feel safe,

Feel good,

Because thats nothing you've ever been,

Always on those god dam knees.

What she would give for a line of cocaine,

Some distorted notion it would take away the pain,

It wouldn't,

It would wind up just the same.

Just as insane.

It seems easier to let it fall,

Watch the pieces hit the ground,

See whats what,

If theres anything left to save.

But not her.

Never her.

Scared to let anyone see you,

When you have nothing left to give,

Just you,

Naked, pure, raw,

What good are you now?

With no bank balance,

No glory,

You're nothing now.

What value do you hold?

If only good intentions and hopeful hearts were worth their weight in gold.