white lines cut in 4 small rows
waiting to be dedicated
to her pretty little nose
inhaling fast and taking it in
feeling it quicken and shiver her skin

residue left behind
that stings her to the core
drifting away from all she knew
and always running back for more

broken down behind black bars
clutching on,holding tight
leaving mental burning scars
and far too much pain to fight

but it wasnt the medication
that could cure the weak sin
it only numbed her for the moment
and when reality hit again...

little white lines cut in rows
flushed down the toilet and all over the bowl
out of hand and out of sight
she always knew that she just might..

quit it all, its over now
loosen up, and breathe again

..and she won't be choking up blood tonight