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Syringe

Syringe

I watch her as she gets her high
so many times when the world turned cold
this was her solution
quietly she walks down the road
to her buyer....the truth she longer knows
cuz all she is now is a liar

the syringe....goes in
injects the pain with numbness
only for it to return
ten times worst next time
a shadow of the person she was
all because of the drugs


turning my head does no good
neither does talking
so reduced to watch as the silent tears
slowly runs down my cheek
she is my best friend
but labels the drugs don't care
because they have their own they brand you

the syringe....goes in
injects the pain with numbness
only for it to return
ten times worst next time
a shadow of the person she was
all because of the drugs

Trembling hand she reaches out
I am the shoulder she hugs
but how long will I have?
before the fire returns
her body rapidly burns
to the addiction....and the only remedy she knows
so I guess I must cherish the time given
because soon the syringe will go in......


2005@ Copyright by MEGAN BISHOP




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