On the porch, she will sit,nlight another cigarette,nand take a sip of anything that makes it right.nShe's outside, trying to hide from the fight just inside,nwhere her mom and her dad destroy each othernand on the phone she will callnevery boy, yeah, one and all.nThey will touch her in all the right places.nnAnd in her room, she will slidendown the bed and try to fly,nand she will fall once again for the feelingnand as he grabs her brown hair,nshe is fakingnthat the feeling he gives her is realnas the floor underneath the bed isnbreaking nshe will finish what she starts with i love you.nnso from her head to her toes,nnervous hands and runny nose,nall of this just for one night of feelingnand in her ears she will hearnall the things that hide her fearsnof dying young and making plans for the future.nnand all the marks on her armsnsymbolize a fractured heartnand all the boys that were smartnleft her alonennso from the roof, she will flyn15 feet down the sidenof the house where she once was happynnyes it's true, she's awarenthat she is breakingnand it's true, she can't do anythingnwell in her blue underwearnshe is thinking hownin jesus' precious namenshe got herennwell it's sad but it's truenshe is endingnbut for now, she will pray for some wingsnon a black cadillac she is landing hardnyet her parents' biggest worry is the car