The Lost and Lonely Girl
sex, drugs, and alcohol
was all she thought she ever needed.
vodka, whiskey, beer,
pot, meth, and coke, was
all she thought that could
keep her in good cheer.
her eyes glazed over as
she stares out her bedroom
window. feeling no pain
as the needle
pricks her skin and
with it the rush of
drugs giving her
the high she needs.
with no feelings of remorse or sorrow
as she watches the blood drip from the
ragged, jagged cuts on her wrists.
she takes one last breath
and slowly closes her eyes saying
silently to herself that
the world is one less of a lost
lonely girl.
Copyright © Tiffany Christian | Year Posted 2007
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