kill yourself

Walking down the main street With a cigarette in hand All the kids were staring But she didn't care She had a kill switch on her wrist And bleached dyed hair Her parents didn't matter And she'd doubt they'd even care If these are the best years of her life She doesn't want to grow up Ibuprofen on the floor She couldn't help herself throwing up She laid there all alone Shaking but couldn't cry The friends she tried to ask for help Did nothing as she died