Daily Dose Poem by Jessy Liz

Sneaking out the back door, everybody knows
Murder weapon on the floor, or just a daily dose
Little orange bottle, capped in white, like snow
Or is she up against a kitchen knife, too scared to let go?
Busy during classes, with more than arithmetic
Counting bite-sized mistakes, making herself sick
Out again all night with boys that you don't know
Selling off her rights so that they can take her home
Cigarettes against the lips of a sin in progress, you know
Not quite right in her skin, she just needs her daily dose
Yeah, she's sneaking out the back door again- everyone knows but you
Because if you were ever around for her.. you might see it, too