there were tears in her eyes,
her hands itched
the scars on her thighs.
she was falling behind
and surely losing her mind
because school was adverse
and her dad was getting worse.
this all was a curse.
her eyes were open wide
as she cried
and she lied
to all of her teachers
about the cold-blooded creatures
who came out in the dark
and tore at her heart
while she screamed out loud,
but no one could hear
because no one was around
to ease her fear.
the pills in the bottle called to her now
and said, "we'll help you figure this out,
get rid of that frown
and stop feeling down.
just open the top,
and pop us all in.
there's no way you'll win,
it's all over."
she's sick of feeling
like a pushover.
she wished it would stop
but as her tears dropped
she felt like a prop
being pushed around a stage,
her body locked in a cage,
her pain on display
as the children play.
she was the predator's prey
for yet another day.
and there were tears in their eyes,
their hands itched
the scars on their thighs.
they were falling behind
and surely losing their mind
because the front of the room was the worst
because she laid in a deep sleep
and this all was a curse.
her dad's eyes were open wide
as he cried
and he lied
to all of the friends
who stood by his side.
because the cold-blooded creatures
she explained to the teachers
came out in the dark
and tore at her heart
while she screamed out loud,
but no one could hear,
because no one was around
to ease her fear.
and the pills in the bottle
were her only friends
because they stuck by her
until she winded up dead.
