Honey was 13 years old when she wrote this. We now only hope that she is not dead and actually achieved her goal. Yet keep in mind it is difficult for kids to get off the streets.

Honey

Time passes by like sand through an hour glass
Hoping and dreaming each memory will pass.
Like the memories of my dad, the very thought is sad.
I was beaten, raped, neglected since birth.
I witnessed death, pain and hurt.
I've never felt loved, no one's ever cared.
I was always a little girl who was scared.
My mother, well she's a different story.
Her only words were "Honey I'm sorry".
At age 11 I left home, proud sot he streets I would roam.
I got hooked on coke, sold my body. Thinking each man was my daddy.
Always getting money for the next good hit.
Not realizing one day I'd end up in a ditch.
The more I was addicted, the less I felt.
My feelings inside, I hide very well.
Each time I went down I was determined to quit.
Saying "that's it! I'm no longer going to fix".
I got arrested to end up in jail, thinking I'd go straight,
but as always I failed. But this is it. I'm changing my life! Forever.