Crib death (draft)

Wanting to be everything that she could

Knowing she's not, that she misunderstood

And all that she was is now left behind

And all she can do is crawl back and hide

Filling her warmth with left over spite

Giving her all in every last fight

It shouldn't be, shouldn't end up this way

Thought it was clear but she's been led astray

Cycles of doubt and furious rage

Blood splatters drip over her rusted cage

Never leave me again, she says to the next

Ignoring new holes on her aging neck

Sometimes she remembers what she used to dream

That one day she'd see all that she could be

But she'll disappear with no idea who she was

With nothing nothing to gain, nothing can be lost

[wrote on whichever meds came before depakote but after citilopram, explaining the lack of real passion]