"The people talk"
they hurt her, hit her,
they call her,
all sorts of names.
playing their “games”
“kids will be kids”
that's what they told her
the TEACHERS
they don't understand,
the pain, pressure
“kids will be kids”
the first time
she’s no longer a kid
she grew up too fast
“kids will be kids”
a child just died
her body lives on
her soul is dead
six feet under
“kids will be kids”
she pokes, prods
her body,
skin, bones
and the scars
trying to fill the hole
she is not a kid anymore
“kids will be kids”
sixteen years old
her boyfriend played her
she yelled stop
it didn’t matter
“boys will be boys”
that’s what they told her
the COPS
“boys will be boys”
she grew older,
her body slimmer
more scars cover the skin
the don't fill it
the emptiness won
“boys will be boys”
Her soul sank deeper
twenty-one never thought,
she’d make it this far
“all people drink on their 21st”
that’s what they said
her FRIENDS
drinks, drugs
numbing the pain
a toilet, puke
no one is there
she is alone, truly
“all people drink on their 21st”
she is done
she lasted too long
so many pills
blood everywhere
she takes her lasts
breath, thoughts
“kids will be kids”
the kids killed her
she WAS beautiful
“boys will be boys”
that boy killed her
over, over again
she WAS beautiful
“all people drink on their 21st”
her friends killed her
telling her the false hope
“drugs will take away the pain”
she WAS beautiful
she thinks her last thought,
“if only i were beautiful”
her eyes shut
she is dead
always dead, her body
finally caught up
people cry
false tears shed
false love
for where was this love
when she WAS alive
i hope your happy
society you killed,
someone, a good person
you killed a kid.