Somebody told me once That bad girls go everywhere So why the hell am I lying in the gutter Licking my wounds with despair They said that heroin could make you fly That it could make you forget who you are So why the fuck am I crawling in the street My body all covered with scars The needle became my lover And the needle became my best friend But when they told me to tie my arm They didn't tell me when the pain would end I look at the track marks on my arms And I begin to ask myself why The very thought used to terrify me Now I just pray to god that I'll die I think about my life and then I try To think just where things went wrong And then I decide to forget about it Cause it's just a matter of time 'til I'm goneBirth sign: Not entered
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