God save the prom queen
She might be 18
But shes more broken
Then the window pane
That she stares out
When she cant escape
On the days when the bruises are to dark
When the rain is too strong
When the scent of liquor
Spilled on her in a fit of rage
When the broken bottles cover the ground
with to many shards to step around
When daddy finally comes home
Save her from herself