At 14,
She can't fall asleep at night
Blood spilled on the sheets
Razors on the desk
Tears on her cheeks.

At 14,
She sits in the woods
A killer in between her lips
Fire in her pocket.

At 14,
She is popping pills
For every problem
They cannot fix.

At 14,
She can't get out of bed
Her legs heavy
Her mind heavier,
Telling her she will never be good enough.

At 14,
She has no more skin
Left unscathed
She has no more faith,
No more hopes,
No more smiles.

Too bad she will never know
How 15 turns out