Cry of a Junkie

She cries herself to sleep each night That is if she is able to get a shoot Up her vein of the loathsome drug She wishes she not so dependent Her boyfriend introduced her To the drug and being all mellow.. She said yes thinking it an act of love She was in college then now no more She recalls the good upbringing she had Her father was a man of the cloth.. Her mama a dedicated medical nurse They had laid her a good foundation Her boyfriend had subsequently Dumped her asking her rudely.. To henceforth pay for her shoots She cries herself to sleep Maria her parents had named her The irony of that chaste name.. Leaves a bitter taste in her mouth Maybe tomorrow will be better The miserable dreaded cold turkey Is relieved by the euphoria of the drug Only to be replaced by pangs of guilt Then its trip down hill with no cushions