She spends all day on her phone texting people she’ll hurt
While her parents go broke buying her food she’ll never eat.
Her head has collapsed in on itself like a dying star
Her bleeding conscience doesn’t know when to admit defeat.
She clutches to a symbol of the morals she would have kept
If she had been given a life with fewer obstacles than this.
She watches her world crumble with a smile on her face
And waits for it all to wash away with a kiss.