False Hope

She sits on the street
With her cardboard sign in her hand
Waiting for a passer-by
So she can beg for cash
But there is no luck
As they walk past her
Turning a blind eye
As she cries to herself
Pleading for help
A man finally comes froeward
And brings her home
He shows her to the spare room
Before locking her away
Not feeding her once
Only injecting methadone
Day by day
Until a week later
The young girl was found
Laying on the floor
In her urine and blood
A frozen tear in her cheek
She was dead.