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Heroin Confused for Her Heroine

Ascending into a darkness no one can ever be prepared for.

By Emily BPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Blank faces, empty spaces.

No trace of life left behind blue eyes,

Yet she is unable to cut the ties,

Bound to lifestyle she was addicted.

And she was just a lost child.

With a rope wrapped around her neck,

Suffocating.

Her body went limp.

Everyone says stop, like it was that simple.

Memories of leftover solace from darkness, still burned into her mind.

To her heart, you were never kind.

She was in love, a concept she thought didn't exist.

Your tight grasp, inescapable.

She loved you like a child loves her mother,

Completed her, like no other.

You filled her with broken promises and empty words,

Which cut through her flesh like swords.

She chased a high she could no longer reach,

You left her feeling so weak.

Time stood still,

And she kept running in place towards you.

That little girl, left for dead.

Woke up abandoned on the streets.

Her soul left scarred with sins,

Like a voodoo doll struck with pins.

She played dangerous games with the devil,

Played innocent like she hadn't already been turned evil.

She numbed herself in a 10cc syringe, so she could forget

How you infested her mind,

Promised to be there when she cried

Then left her behind.

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