Repulsive

This doesn't make any sense,
Not at all.
In my eyes,
The world seems to have fallen apart.

What will convince,
These fourteen year old souls -
That sex can wait,
That their health is more important?

It makes me sick,
To know they want to be noticed,
As repulsive -
Simply repulsive sluts.

This has to be all wrong,
It can't be happening.
I wish it were a dream,
I wish I could wake up and notice everything's new.

What will it take,
Until they stop?
Must it be the day they find someone wrong,
Must it be the day they have the chance of a disease?

Perhaps it me,
Perhaps it's because I know what it's like.
To be tossed around,
And try to smile about it.

I never thought it could harm me,
But it took its toll.
God had a plan,
To simply prove me wrong.

How far will it go?
When – if ever – will it stop?
Because I can't take the thought anymore,
I can't take the horrible mistakes.

Someone tell me it's all a nightmare,
Tell me I'm seeing wrong.
But back in my head,
I know it's hideously true.

I wish to fall into a coma;
I wish I could make my own world.
Where I could throw out what I don't like,
And live a happy life.

And I can only uselessly pray,
That these souls realize they're walking down the wrong path.
Then again it's their choice,
No matter how much it pains me.