Cheap bargins

I once wished upon a star, that it would kill me and take me far, far from beating hands and traumatic scar. Tried to move forward yet always slipped back, like running on hair conditioner, memories holding me prisoner. To tell you my story, I need to tell you how we got there. A kid with a fire, a burning desire, for love and acceptance, nobody to give it, not home nor anywhere else, all she got was belts and yells. The men lured her in, with words disguised as kindness, developing a blindness to the words that they spewed, unclad pictures and video recordings, self-harm markings, selling herself for cheap bargains. Oblivious to what she's done, happiness was short-run, found out, not helped but punished, beaten and mistrusted, feelings cluttered, worsens with every word her parents uttered. Hoping that's where the story ends. For the girl who is me to be free,  but I have many stories, questions feeling interrogatory. I have my ups and my downs, days where all I do is frown. But wishing on a star, take me living, and make me go far.