Baby

Judging by the look of her peers
And the fact that her face doesn't fit
It's funny nobody sees her tears
With wrists that are scarred and slit
Baby lies with all her shattered dreams
A thousand tears had been shed
She has the pistol in her fist
A bullet lodged in her head
Mother is screaming "Call 911!"
As baby begins to turn cold
Daddy thinks, "What has she done
At just fourteen years old?"
She carved his name into the bullet
So the rest of the world could have said
That He who must and can't be named
Was the last thing through her head.

*dedicated to Bridget*