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
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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