Page 3: Jane Doe

She was nothing
Well that's the way she felt
Too much pain to heal alone, too afraid to ask for help
She was lost, in a maze
Freedom only found with a blade
She was 9 when her dad left, her momma tipped the bottle
A drunk momma's boy toys her only role models
She was 12 when one of them snuck into her room
While her momma passed out that motherfucker made his move
Now she 15 and she feel like it was yesterday
She relive it every night, she wanna dream of better days
Grew up too young now she starting to forget her ways
Tears roll down her cheeks in fucking fear this shit will never change
Maybe she was right
Maybe she was wrong
Maybe either way she did't wanna live at all
Maybe she just want a fucking dad that she could call
Maybe she just wanna forget all that shit she saw
Maybe that's why she does it
Sometimes you inflict pain just so you can numb it
And it grew, the addiction
From abuse to a slit wrist
She was turning 16, today washer birthday
She ain't even think her momma cared in the first place
She was right
Momma left that morning so that she could see a guy
And she cried for a while then she stopped
Walked to her room as she dropped
Grabbed the blade she hid up in her spot
And cut so deep it didn't fucking clot