Drink till you’re dead, little girl,
Slide blades across your flesh until the blood
Stops pouring out.
Swallow the pills that make you
Smile,
Spit out the words that make them
Cry.
Daddy said never play with fire,
But the burns on your skin…
Don’t they feel
Good?
Bathe in your blood,
And write with wounds along your
Wrist,
Carry a nightmare in your
Fist.
Because, now, little girl
You aren't so little anymore.
Bury your butterfly wings
In dirt,
Create a grave for your
Dreams.
Swallow the pills that make you
Smile,
Spit out the words that make them
Cry.
And drink till you’re dead, little girl.
