Tried it once,
it failed.
Tried it twice,
Again.
Helped
By the same friend,
Rejected
by the ones called parents.
Driven crazy,
One
Two
Three
"Welcome, to the
Recovery center"
spoketh the sign.
Almost forgotten,
locked away in time.
Twice, cancer was almost
a beloved friend's killer,
Once, all stuff sold.
More mom than aunt,
she died.
Mourning her lost,
called childish
banned from the funeral.
Have to see her,
jumping from the third floor,
ignoring the pain,
only one thought.
Visiting the saviour,
limping to the airport.
Forced by her mom,
she goes wearing heels,
but arrives and disembarks
safely.
Red spots on the hand,
coughing up blood,
to the hospital we go.
Two
broken ribs,
One
punctured lung,
intenal bleeding.
Almost dying,
surgery this time.
Two
broken bones,
One
arm,
One
leg.
Birthday celebration,
One
trained bird.
But home,
Hell,
with the jackass parents.
Thinking another attempt,
She's sent back to hell.
"Welcome
to the Recovery center"
the sign still says.
One
trained bird,
now sold.
Drugged by a nurse,
spends her days wandering,
in a drug forced sleep.
Waiting,
holding her breath,
screaming inside.
"I can't wait to get out of here."
