Fragile (Poem)

I've managed to write a third poem three days in a row for National Poetry Month. I hope you enjoy this one.

Fragile
She drinks the pain away…And smokes until her body feels numb…All others can do is warn her…They're afraid she'll take it too far…She gets hold of strong pills….No Aleve or Advil…She needs Vicodin…It helps her sleep…And Oxycontin…It makes her emotionally weak…No stressing about a 9-5…No waiting for those monthly bills to come around…Self medicating helps her forget about the men in her past…She doesn't want to think about whose done her wrong…So she stays in a constant party mood…They know her at every club…And her face is familiar at every after spot…They judge…But she smiles…And some smile back…As they join her in her territory…No one knows the depth of her pain…No one knows her full story…But what they do know is she's fragile…And she's not ready to change.