Let Down

She wasn't on page three

She didn't get her tits out for the Sun

She sent a picture to a boy at school

She didn't even do it for the fun

She did it for the sake of love

She did it for regard

She did it to be cared for

And because she was afraid

She did it out of loneliness

She did and was betrayed

He took her gift

And sent it to another

Who sent it to the numbers on his phone

Everybody said she was a slag

And she cried all the way home

Her father said she was to blame

Her mother said she was a tart

She'd be pregnant by the time she was fifteen

Instead of holding her they broke her heart

She wasn't on her way to school

She wasn't with a friend

She cut her arms with razor blades

She cut to make it end

She cut her thighs she cut her waist

She cut her abdomen

She tried to cut the hurt away

And then she cut again

But when your hope is shattered

And the hurt is locked inside

You have to kill the monsters there

And that was how she died

Fifty pence packets of paracetamol

Sixteen tablets to a pack

Wash them down with alcohol

And the pain will never come back

Fifty pence packets of paracetamol

Sixteen tablets to a pack

Wash them down with alcohol

And the shame will never come back

Fifty pence packets of paracetamol

Sixteen tablets to a pack

Wash them down with alcohol

And your daughter will never come back

Your daughter will never come back

Your daughter will never come back 

Again, this isn’t about a real individual or a single event but is compiled from my experience of meeting several teenage girls who had been talked into giving revealing pictures of themselves to someone they wanted to appreciate them. In each of the examples I came across, the girl’s gift was exploited and abused, rather than accepted with the humility and gratitude I think would have been appropriate. Their actions had arisen more from a desire to overcome their feelings of isolation and alienation - and to get some sense of being valued - than anything to do with having fun. Ultimately, they were betrayed and let down by the people who should have cared for them, with the result that they turned against themselves in despair.

Ron