Three to kill herself 

She has not died 

Like Lady Lazarus she survived

And three times failed 

With one success

To demonize a baby’s breath 

Still standing 

Still hurting 

Still real 

Black, once ripe figs 

Fall to the ground 

Go to her feet

Don’t make a sound!

Don’t let them know!

Through her success, she’s dying 

Blast from the past! 

And now at school she watches as her classmates drool 

And futile attempts to “Play it cool” 

They’re hurting too

But they don’t care, 

Just picture them in underwear! 

That makes it funny, 

Makes it better, 

Cover up those scars,

Put on a sweater,

Who cares if CASSY doesn’t make it better

You have you! 

That’s all you need,

If it hurts and aches through their pain and greed 

It doesn’t matter, you don’t care 

They’ll see your pain when 

You’re not there