The supermodel
Gets the bottle
Of pills to swallows
And nothing follows
No consequences
No shocking fences
No death penalty
No scars on her cheeks
She feels amazing
Until her cravings
It’s so upsetting
The attention she’s getting
She hates to be there
When everyone stares
She feels so stupid
So sick and putrid
Old and decrepit
But who is to judge it
She saw her pastor
He laughed at her
He filled the church with
Lies and banter
He said our daughter
The devils got her
She has no place here
And that she should fear
She hates being alone
But she doesn’t have a home
She went to see her mom
Her mom is finally gone
She tried to find her dad
The luck she had was bad
She cries to her pillow
As she sleeps under the willow
In the park next to the bench
With the trash, and the stench
And nobody knows
The sorrow she feels
She wants to die here
She hopes the lord takes her
And no longer makes her
Live so coldly
Yet look so boldly
Oh yes, the body
That’s now her hobby
She pleases it and,
The cuts on her hand
Prove that she’s guilty
Or she’s just angry
But you don’t know her
So do not go there
He said he’d hate her
But he betrayed her
She felt so stupid
She yelled at cupid
She said you tricked me
Now fucking fix me
Don’t pretend that
I didn’t say that
It hurts in my mind
The tears that I cry
I feel so broken
I’m no longer hoping
For any results -
Of any kind at all