Second-hand

She sold her love for the sake of her life.
She sold her purity to a man she didn't love.
And then she sold everything that made her the beautiful girl that she was.
She wasn't proud, but atleast now she knew she could survive the day.
At least now she knew that she would be able to pay
for the food she hungerd for
and the rent that she was indebted to pay.
Uneducated, bruised and badly abused,
'True love' was a phrase she never thought about.
It was a dream she knew that could never come true.
No man could look at her now as a symbol of beauty.
No man could look into her eyes and even think of love.
They looked at her only with lust.
Their eyes always looked evil to her.
And every set of eyes that looked at her gave her the shivers.
This was her life now....
The shivers she got everytime made her want to run away.
Judging eyes every where she went.
They looked down upon her.
What do they know of her life...
Of her heart that beats for a normal life....
For loving eyes.
If she had a choice or if she knew better,
this would not be her life.
She knew she was worth so much more.
She wanted to escape and start all over again.
But would all over again be different this time around.
Or would she reach the same place again.
Soon, she felt like there was no hope wanting to start over.
Death seemed to be her only escape.
She knew no love.
She didnt belong to anyone and no one would miss her.
No one except for her regulars.
They too wouldnt mourn her death.
If they did, they would mourn with one of her colleauges at a good rate.
She felt worthless... She felt lifeless.
This wasnt life. This was already death.
No man would want her to be his wife.
No man would ignore the fact that she now was 'second hand'.
She has a heart that beats, but her soul was sold for a price too little.