She drank Kentucky Ale 8
Like it was alcohol
Because she didn't have the wherewithal
To have something stronger to dull the pain.
The caffeine almost did the trick.
She loved the sound
Of engines getting louder
Drawing nearer
As she meandered across the street.
Maybe one would hit her one day.
She wandered how no one noticed
The scars on her wrists
Where the blade of a knife met her skin
And blood spilled out.
She knew it was because no one cared.
She stared at the medicine cabinet for hours
Hoping the pills, one after another,
Would force themselves down her throat
So she wouldn't have to do it.
They never did.
She kept all her thoughts to herself
Because they were too complicated
For any kind of language
To translate.
They would hate her for them anyway.
She listened to her mind
Screaming at her
24/7
So it all had to end at some point.
Didn't it?
