look in a mirror and what do i see...
a reflection of very thing i use to be,
a mix of drugs and alcohol,
with a little bit pain and abuse,
the face of a girl that faces the world alone and scared,
she shows her pain on her arm,
will those scars ever heal,
she hold her tears inside so she never shows to be weak,
she pushes her feeling away with weed,
she rides on each high hoping lose her pain,
she knows only that as weed keeps piling and heroin keeps flowin,
she can keep on pretendin that she feels nothing and is nothing,
i look in hurt in her eyes and my pain is the i see the pain druggie and the addict,
pain of so many resentment and scars unhealed,
the pain grows to tell a story life once lead,
as she looks back at me feel know all to well she a chapter a life story that yet to be sung a poem to be heard,
a flash back to time that was hard a place in past that yet to spoken of and a door shut on.
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