There once was a girl, beautiful, young and determined. She has the world at her finger tips. A mother and father who give her what ever she wants. She's enrolled in a very good private school, almost ready to graduate. A job she can stand and loves, including her co-workers. You would think she has it all together, if only you knew.
In high school she started to self-destruct. Cutting and showing no fear. She makes it sound like she has it so bad, but what can she complain about. Her obsession with beauty, her mother doesn't help, her obsession with a boy, that makes her life a wreck for four years.
Cutting and slicing she doesn't care who sees, she doesn't care who knows anything. All for the attention she needs. She'll conform to whoever you want her to be; she says she hates pot, but there she is puffing away to fit in.
So insecure with herself, she's a suicide waiting to happen.
Anorexic tendencies, not eating for weeks, working out for hours upon hours. No one to stand in her way. Her mother thinks she's great, a real inspiration. Who cares if she's killing herself.
You stand there and yell, not making any progress. Embarrassed to be out with her, her arms all carved up, bones sticking out oddly. She's sickly to look at.
She'll call upon you when she needs you. A place to stay, a friend to confide in. All a big let down. You move out just to be put back in the hole you once where in. Wanting to self destruct, grab any pills, countless drinks, and a razor to boot. She's unhealthy for you, jump when ever she needs you.
What happens when you say no, when you aren't there? Your counted responsible for the fresh marks. She'll lie and say no, she not in love with that boy.
Four years he was all she could think about, he denied it all, he didn't care. To come back to the present. She was dumped for thinking too much about him, she can't be in another relationship, she can't eat (just an excuse to continue not eating), can't sleep, can't do anything because of him. He'll let her waste away till there's nothing left, she's just another easy lay.
I'll never come to her rescue,
She's never there for me.
Author notes
This isn't really a poem but a sort of narrative. I'm done being her friend, really I am.
