She began with hoping,
she ended up only broken,
She'd made too many promises she couldn't keep,
To herself she was weak,
And when she tried to fix the issues,
That's when she found out she could misuse,
And her only friends were Vodka and Whiskey,
She'd drink underneath the pepper tree,
The one that she planted in her youth,
And had taken 16 years to be bigger than her truth,
Pulling at her flesh, she was her own prison,
She couldn't escape without causing her own harm,
But it was worth the pain in the long run,
because at least now she could see
which people would be the ones to break her pinky,
She went back to hoping, only this time,
she refused to be broken
