OK! Here's some really hard-core depression (hard-core something else too)! Mimi's poem is one of the most depressing poems; it's right up at the top. I still can't believe I wrote something like this. I like Mimi, I do. This really demented her character and makes you see her in a whole different light. The situation she's in is horrible and I'll let you read to find out what it is. I don't own Digimon. Read, review and enjoy!

End of the Line (Mimi)

I've been here for four years
In America I mean
At first it was great
But then all sorts of shit happened
My parents pampered and babied me
Worse than usual
I ran away to prove something

We lived in New York
So it was easy to get lost
The Big Apple
Anyone can get lost there
They stopped looking
After about two months I guess
They never cared to begin with

I thought this would be easier
On my own
No one to hover over me
No one to shelter me from reality
Just me
The sky
And a park bench

I thought it would be OK
I would be taken to a shelter
For the homeless
The homeless teens
But no
My path led to something else
Prostitution

I accepted it at first
Why you say
Because it meant money
And I needed to survive
So I went along
Got into the business
But now I can't get out

I should have enough to leave
But they keep me here
He keeps me here
Forcing me
To work
Sell my body
Without seeing a penny

It's not fair
I didn't want this
I don't deserve this
All I wanted
Was to be loved
Not make love
But I'm not doing that either

I'm just fucking
Or being fucked
Whichever
All I know
Is that I'm stuck
In this horrible business
Of prostitution

Girls like me
Are seen as sluts
Whores
But it's not our fault
Not most of the time
We get sucked in
Unable to leave

Do you think I want to do this
Do you think I like it
I have to sleep with tons of men
Twenty
Thirty
Forty
Even fifty years old

I hate it
It's degrading
But I can't do anything
I'm forced
All I want to do is leave
I'll even go back home
Just anywhere but here

So many drugs
Diseases
Namely STD's
Have entered my body
I don't even know what I have
But I know I'm not healthy
That's for sure

I probably have HIV
Among other things
But people don't care
They don't even ask
If I'm clean
And they don't answer
When I ask

I'll probably die soon
From either disease
Abuse
Or murder
That'll be better than this
Than this hellhole
I hope