A Nickle Bag

her body had betrayed her but never once her mind she was sad at times although there was nothing depressing about her she rarely felt sorry for herself mostly preying on others misfortunes no matter what we think we have when we leave this world we leave it alone simple and easy she had no desire to give up her addiction it was all she knew from being her breakfast to her midnight snack it was her routine it made her feel young again yet it depressed her to think about it she had made her choices and mistakes in life she had a right to make her own decisions but she couldn't own up to them there was a sense of victory in it for her whoever thought she'd make it this far she felt vulnerable admitting this to hersef she was deeply sensitive yet she always stuck to her narcissistic guns she longed for that companmanship but liked to maintain seperate lives living her life in the fast lane was going to be her demise she filled the needle with a bag of dope and injected herself one last time air got in her veins and mixed with bad junk killed her instantly no more worries no more fears this is the life she chose the only life she knows