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She sat with a needle
Contributed by
Inevitable
on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 05:01:59 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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She is on the bathroom floor
Knife in hand, dripping blood
"Why do I do this to myself?" is the last thought she formulates before numbness kicks in.
From then on it's simple splendor and joy
from poisonous fumes she purposely inhaled.
My wrists are swollen and tired
My eyes have lost their glow,
I don't care where I am going
Just as long as the pain doesn't show.
She sits against the door
Rocking back and forthe
blood dotting the walls,
a morbid, seductive painting
The needle is perched on the other side of the room.
Waiting to be driven into skin
as it leaks cold and lonely acid into strained veins.
Copyright ©
Inevitable
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2005-06-22 17:01:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: She sat with a needle
(User Rating: 1 ) by LevyMetal on
Wednesday, 22nd June 2005 @ 07:33:43 PM AEST (User
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sad and beautiful. |
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