Quite sad. It's about a girl I had an affair with.

Don't take me wrong, I am not making a bad judgement about her. My aim with this poetry is to expose weakness of our generation, that is starting the adult life earlier... eww, I know that sounds strange, but she was quite an advanced girl for her age. And, she was a lot troublesome too. Involved with sex, alcohol, possibly with drugs... had no father, her mother didn't care about her enough.

I wrote this one after a dream I had about her. She was walking across the street, I was close behind. I picked up the pace to reach her, and when I did so, she turned her face on me. She was sad, I can remember her sad voice like on the day she cried over me. I said "you can do things different. You don't need to keep living on this mess". She looked back at me and said "It's a thing called fate. I need to deal with it. I did know I was born to be a slut", then started crying. Me too. Cause I feel pity for girls that are sluts because they have no emotional support at their home, and start looking for caress and attention in anyone's arms. This "anyone" include persons that will add something productive in your life, and those who will only damage your living. I really wanted to help her, to fill up the void she had inside, to supply the lack of lap she had. Too bad she didn't want me, and went away. And the last news about her life far from here weren't very happy.

Wherever you are, I hope you are ok.