As Alice walks in Wonderland
I sit upon the floor,
And read the brightly colored book
And lean against the door.
They crowd around like young children
And listen eagerly.
They watch the white reabbit and hear
Of worlds they will not see.

Like little birds who cannot fly
They need a hand to hold.
Their eyes reflect their bitterness;
So young, but oh, so old.
They stand alone, and tall, and proud.
Inside I know they're dead.
It breaks my heart to listen to
The words that they have said.

It felt like we were in prison.
It felt like we were wrong.
No electronics were allowed:
No comfort in a song.
They tell the doctor's what they must,
But then when we're alone,
They reveal what's behind their lies;
The miseries They've known.

I know that every one of them
Attempted Suicide.
I know why they tell their stories:
It hurts too much to hide.

"Sexually abused," said one girl.
"I'll take it to my grave.
I even tried to hang myself.
I'm too far gone to save."
Another was pansexual
Which she had tried to hide.
She used a noose, then overdosed;
One more hour: she'd have died.

One of them had a bandaged wrist.
She'd been there for a while.
She meant to die in a bloodbath.
She never lost her smile.
And one had hidden a razor
In her bra. She was caught.
She was strange and she would not speak.
I wonder what she thought.

The Media is full of lies
And forces us to stare
At happy girls with perfect lives
And loving parents there.
The never show the Empty Ones;
Ones who are full of hate.
Who cares about the Broken Ones?
The Mockeries of fate.

There's too many, oh so many,
And all of them are sad.
They gaze up at the colored screen:
The life they wish they'd had.
It hurts me to remember them,
The Smiling Ones, the Fakes.
Not all mankind will be perfect,
And We are Life's Mistakes.

So Alice walks in Wonderland
While we walk to our death.
And these ones will keep on trying
Until their final breath.