As she sits by her window, Waiting in such fear, She's afraid someone will find her, When her end is almost near. She promised she would stop. Not do it anymore. But she says nothing is as fun. Without drugs her life's a bore. She says she loves the feeling. And that it's a wonderful high. But this time she purposly overdosed, Because she wants to die. Through her eyes everything starts to dim. And she thinks, "This is the good-bye." Now the athorities can't harm her. And no one can tell her another lie. And when the ambulence got there, She was already dead. For when the drugs didn't work fast enough, She used a gun instead.
Reason for writing:
I didn't really have a reason for this-I just started writing and that's how it turned out.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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