“I love you, 

I love you,

I love you.”

She whispers,

Spoon feeding you cough syrup, 

Parting your lips with another pill,

Draining your blood 

Little by little with a syringe.

She wraps your legs in cast,

So thick that you cannot stand. 

They did not seem broken, 

But you trust her.

You are young and you do not know better –

That the special suckers she gives you

Are not candy at all, 

But matchsticks. 

She goes to lavish parties, 

That you are too sick to attend.

Instead you stay in bed,

Only dreaming.