ten more pills
swallowed in sweet succession
there's a method to her
sadness

the wounds she scribes
into her skin with
razorblades and knives,
tell stories of her life
her arm is her storybook

autobiography written in
blood, carved in flesh
she hangs herself out
to dry

those pills she swallows
to numb her mind, to take
everything away

they take away her love
steal her of her passion
rob her from her dreams
her drugs have formed a
sheltered cacoon where she
thrives in misery

to cut and bleed
is her remedy for a madness
drugs are her cure
for eternal sadness

bleed out, burn out
and die