Everyday when I step out of my BMW, I see you on the same corner
Doing the same old thing, watching, waiting
Hoping you'll get money for dope
I can see the emptiness in your eyes, it hurts me
I think to myself, why would someone sink so low?
If only I could do something, anything
To get you off the street
The pain of withdrawal makes your head ache
You'll stop at nothing until you get what you need
Don't you realize, that you've done all the harm you can do?
You have no family, you are dead to them
Your aunts and uncles won't even speak your name
Can't you see you've affected everyone that loved you?
But nothing matters anymore...
Only when I got out of my car this Monday morn
I saw a different sight
I looked over to where you usually reside, and found nothing
Expecting you've just gone to do your dope, I thought nothing
Until I heard a friend say you overdosed
They reply wasn't shocking, you knew for a while
It was only a matter of time
I wish I could have saved your 17-year-old life
Author notes
This is completely fictional, hense the BMW! lol I wrote this a year ago and decided to share it.
Cheers and thanks!
Written August 10th, 2005
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you're an awesome writter vix, so glad you've come to allpoetry. this is a really great piece, you have a way of saying things so straight forwardly. i love it.
p.l.
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