Fix Her...

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I know a girl, she can't be fixed

Since she was young they've known something's off

Not quite like the others-

A tad defective here, a bit of oddness there

Hard as they tried, she simply wasn't normal

For all their lectures and silences, pep-talks and put-downs,

It was clear she would never improve

Her eventual decline, the loss of sanity

Came as a shock to those who would claim to love her

It seemed her state worsened by the hour

So the day she snapped, it /wasn't/ a surprise

Came in through the back and scribbled a note

Slashed her wrists with one of the kitchen knives

Days later in the hospital, recovery was slow

Nobody thought she'd get better on her own

"Swallow these pills, they'll numb your mind,

And keep you safe from yourself, just for awhile"

Therapy was daily, the leash was pulled tight

Still, the months seemed almost the same- Just with a different name

Eventually, even that began to fade

All that is left is the shell you see today

They couldn't fix her...

And neither can you.

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