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1996-1999 down the street
around broken glass
lives hang
in balance
where drugs are life
and you drive
for one more prick
in your arm
what would you do
for one last hit
fufillment
It's all she wants?
It's what she's got
showing your goods
on the corner
skimpy clothes
too much glitter
your life
crumbles down
around dirty needles
dreams shattered
It's all she wants?
It's what she's got
and now there's no way
back
you've found your niche
endless webs
you feel so trapped
and now you sit
in a dark place
It's all she wants?
It's what she's got
you've watched people die
and you're unable to cry
for yourself
you feel that's where
you'll end
one more girl
no name
unmarked grave
so you sit
down the street
It's all she wants?
It's what she's got
It's hard for me to believe people only want drugs. I think they want the life beyond the drugs and overwhelming feelings of accomplishment, achievement that drugs give them. Unfortunately, when they do realize the error of using drugs instead of working and feeling the same "highs" it can be too late. Let's hope by people reading this poem it saves one more life.