I know a girl who keeps syringes in her purse
and razor blades in her bed-side table
she plays games and watches her loved ones hurt each other
a sick drama unfolding while she hides in the shadows
getting her poison through needles and her needles through dealers
she plays her eyes up, cat-style
and her hair up, willingly eating out of strange men's hands
she smokes her paychecks and steals to get by
she wants to be an actress, but over-sleeps on audition days
her eyes fold over and her lids turn purple
her savings burst into flames and her hair falls out
she walks alone, with hundreds of friends
she prays to a God, who she doesn't believe in
I know a girl, unknown.