Overdosed

I hear my cabnit calling
the cries that come within
the pills and ejections are caling to me
like they've always been

i take a look in the mirror
seeing a sulken face
not knowing wher it came from
this depression has a bitter taste

for many weeks and months
she secretly slit her wrists
and no one ever knew
the rage that fills her fists

shes gone away shes not coming back
her hearts been sold and bruised
they never knew why this was
or how she was so confused