Mom's got bipolar
Dad's not there
I've got love to spare

What's a girl to do
When she's a speck in the air
Or when nobody will care

Drugs, sex, booze
It's all there to ease the pain
But it's not in my thought train

Instead I write
Words flow, ink on to page
All my sadness, loneliness, rage

Blood in the form of ink
Better than riskier paths
Or Death's wrath