her cure

Getting up shaking

ribs showing tru her skin

body filthy , walking scarcely to get her coat;

going through all of it , just to get one dose;

walking down city alleys with hills she can barely walk in,

looking for the one thing that make her feel better in life,

letting people take advantage of her just to get it.

sticking her arm while she tilts her head on the brick wall

as the tears quietly dripped upon her face.

the black eyeliner covering her cheeks

her minds racing,

people running ; cars coming

towards her people following her

shes high; wants to be high of life

instead inside its killing her, that little drug she calls her cure.

nowhere to sleep or lay her head on

but the trashy city sidewalks.

nowhere to bathe , no money to eat

not caring about that .the needle is all she needs.

wrist drippin blood

glass was the cutter,

relieving pain making everything feel better;

no one cared anyway

she didnt even care.

her cure made her problems runaway

just for a minute.

she hated life

had no strength

hated everyone

it was just her

killing her body

inside and out

fuck it

dose number 100

let end it.....