The Autopsy
You look into her eyes
You could read the wrinkles like a note
Eyes so distant and sad
I guess that was all she wrote
A thousand-dollar heart and a face pure as snow
Barbiturate Barbie gave up the fight
Emptied the bottle into her mouth
And turned out the lights
Maybe her dad didn’t hug her enough
Perhaps he thought she was just a whore
Someone who wouldn’t amount to nothing
He didn’t want to be bothered anymore
Maybe it was her mom
Who always treated her like a doll
But didn’t like when she grew up
And she refused to crawl
Perhaps it was her friends
She could have picked better ones
The ones that stay by and fight with you
Instead of the ones that run
It could have been her boyfriend
The one that beat her up
While saying he’d love her forever
And used to cut her up
Was it a bully she met online?
Some cruel anonymous troll
That preys on broken kids
Looking for complete control
But maybe she was just like
Our kids, or the girl next door
Who only sought someone to love her
So she could love them even more
I see their faces in my dreams
fallen angels with so much soul
Laying here pale and lifeless
Empty vessels no longer whole
I wish I could say I am used to it
After doing it for so many years
But in their faces, I see my kids
And I can’t control my tears