My OD 1

She cut her wrists

Since twelve years old

Trying to just

Fit in her mold

Slicing her skin

Watching blood drip

She loved the way

The pain would nip

She hated herself

They hated her too

Then she realized

She had nothing to lose

She decided

To take some pills

Until her heart

Became still

She took a pill

Or two or three

She finally stopped

At fifteen

Her mom came home

And saw them gone

Realizing

What was wrong

For her child

Tried to end her life

She tried to just

Pass out and die.