Look at Maggie in the corner
teenage junkie, little whore
body broken, ten cent a piece
she knows that she can't take much more.
Fourty scars along her wrists
sorry doctor they've all said
they don't know just what she's thinking
they don't see they've been mislead.
Look at Maggie on the floor
needle punctured, blackened veins
flying higher, crashing down
wonder which the deeper pain.
Face all bruised and black fingernails
cut up until they bleed
they feel bad but have no clue
of the help that she does need.
Look at Maggie on the table
bagged and numbered, face ash gray
over-dosed, and soon put under
another dead today.
and soon tis shall read
look at tash
no for real it is good
but she is getting in over her head (tash)
ash
Much Love
Ashley
Wow I really like the poem called maggie, I let my friend read it whos sister jsut overdossed and he cried and printed it out and it is now hanging on his wall. he wanted me to say thanks!