Black Roses and Zoloft

I know you’re really not ok
We’re not close even though
We’re almost the same age  
Going through some of the same things  
I know they’ll let you die  
Before they help you change  
But it’s not my place to say anything  
 
It’s the end of the world  
Her first breakup with a girl
 
She was best friends with the bathroom floor
Her fragile bones couldn’t take it like they did before
Felt too empty so she took one more  
They had to break down the door  
To get her out  
She’s foaming black at the mouth
Surrounded by a broken crowd  
Don’t worry she’s used to it by now  
 
One day she’ll be a ghost  
They always joked she’d overdose
And it didn’t make them change  
They say it’s such a shame  
It’s because they gave her everything  
Look what happens  
When you raise your kids this way  
They turn out depressed and gay  
 
She’s just gossip in a group chat  
They fight and she stays with her dad  
They let her drink  
Though she’s only sixteen  
She says she’s been in therapy  
Apparently it hasn’t worked  
Three years later and she still hurts