Heroin blood
and gooey, gooey veins
Drugs to keep you
so bloody sane
Your crazy limbs
cry for breath
Wishing you weren't so close
to death
Thinking of people
you never let in
You feel cheated
and dying wins.
You lay cold
Not blinking
Not crying
Just a young, dying,
soul.
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Bethany Louise Rose
2015
