time to go

When it is my time to go, this will remain...My lesson to all who read. What is wrong with the way things are, keep reading and you will soon see. Open your eyes and your mind and absorb what I say. For this is true...every word I type, the sadness is the part left out. I am not sure the world is ready for my truth, the truth I have lived is more than some can bare. More than most wish to see. When it gets to hard remember me...not just me but the 100's and 1000's just like me. Some had it worse and some had it better. Who can ever judge. I lost a post, maybe it will appear. I will do my best to recreate it. Choices needed to be made. I was starving...days would pass without a meal. An opportunity came and went for all I had left.... I could eat, sleep, have a home, for what price would I pay, a sex slave said they. With all I had I stood up and left, happy I could for no one would miss. Disappear in a world and no one would know. I walked to a strip mall and there I stood battered and worn, not an ounce left in me to fight this battle. Out comes a stranger a lady no name, she ask if she could help me...no is all that came. She said please let me help you ,how old are you dear.. 17 I lied, for fear. Do you want to call home and let them know you are OK, sadly enough, I did, but no words came. Let me get you home she said, tell me your name. You can call the state they know my number as I have no name. She drove me to the airport and wished me good luck...as I bored the plane I turned and smiled, she deserved more than a thank you but.....In Atlanta I was greeted by two smiling faces, one a woman, one a man, and a nice shiny pair of Handcuffs. Led out while all stared, like a criminal, not a child. 2 hours we drove not much was said. Just we are sorry but no homes are available but we have a temporary bed. Juvenile hall...what more can be said. The guard, my father, a liquor store all tied together, what do I gain, a bible and a label.... Rich girl in jail. I sat for 3 days till a judge was available. I sat at a table while they argued..no homes are to be had. 30 days judge please give us that..not in jail, she has broke no laws, Millageville for an evailuation. A mental institution for no other reason than no homes were open. 30 days of my life I can never take back. Hell was in this place, it was, like no other. We were drugged to stay silent, and cause no trouble. 8 of us here 2 girls 6 boys. 2 in charge they ran the place and the guards. 25 days past with no bother, separate the screws and get paid a dollar. We are going to court the 2 announced, not real court, but our court, were you will soon pay a fine. The guards stood by and watch with amuse as I was held down and abused. I fought and cried and begged them to stop.....Why I thought as I walk out the door ...30 days later. No home was available...30 days ...I told her what happen and she listened in silence, never a word ever said, why even bother. Finally a home had come open for me. No need to look back she says as she leaves.