She waits on her bed
Looking at the pills lying beside her head
She could swallow a fist-full and die
And no one would know why
Because she keeps it inside
Hating the way she is tied
By words and harsh deeds
That make her swell and bleed
They like to mock and torment
The girl who shows only a fragment
Of the pain she keeps within
Of the pain she keeps hidden
No one she tells
About the spells
That keep her behind the bars
Of that which forms her scars
She waits on her bed
Looking at the pills beside her hed
She could swallow a fist-full and die
And no one would know why
