If you cut her open
I'm almost positive
that you'll choke on a cloud
of cigarette smoke
and glitter.
Then when you look back
on this sorry life,
you'll see a teenage girl
who watches too much TV
and smokes too much ****.
When you see what she went through
and how she brushes it all off,
you'll see her quietly in her room
sobbing,
roughly swallowing those tiny pills.
But she'll get back up,
you'll remember
how every day she'll jokingly
talk about her imminent demise
but do you ever see the truth behind it?
She just wants to have fun,
but the damage that was done to her
****** it all up,
so then the fun
turns into an outlet to forget.
With all the flashing lights she sees
to the flashbacks she endures,
to the strangers she welcomes
to the strange ones she avoids,
she does it all with a cynical smile.
This girl will continue to burn her insides
and pop those
sweet pills,
she'll down that liquid that
burns her throat, to make her smile.
So if you cut her open
I'm almost positive
you'll find charred organs
and confetti.
She's a whir of reality and euphoria.