My Heroin*e Poem by SarahJane Platt

My Heroin*e



With the sky turning orange
You load up your syringe
And you shoot up right into the heart
Lying back in surrender
That face, once so tender
Was doomed in this game right from the start

And you'll steal and you'll lie
And you'd kill to get by
And it ain't that much fun anymore
But you're in far too deep
Caus this game plays for keeps
And you're fighting your own private war

What do I have to do to make you listen?
What do I have to do to make you learn?
What do I have to say to make you realise
That you're just taking your turn
And despite that special buzz
You're not special any more
'Caus you're dying from the inside
Like so many before
And it still goes on...

When you think Life's a downer
Take an upper to counter
Till you don't know what you really feel
And you're starting to fear it
But Want just won't hear it
Won't admit that your world isn't real

And you've stolen, you've lied
Guess you'd kill to get by
And you've just lost the will to say No
How'd it start, one small pill?
Now you're in for the kill
Did you think it would let you let go?

What do I have to do to make you listen?
What do I have to do to make you learn?
What do I have to say to make you realise
That you're just taking your turn
And despite that special buzz
You're not special any more
'Caus you're dying from the inside
Like so many before
And it still goes on...

And it still goes on
And it still goes on
Day after day
It still goes on
Nobody can say
How it will end
How will you die
Alone, without friends?
Have you the strength
To do what it takes?
I know the answer
And my heart breaks
For you

With the sky blue and sunny
The warm scent of honey
Finally bright colour floods your world
Red as strawberries; as roses
Your mind finally closes
You find peace as the death colour pearls

And you've stolen, you've lied
And you've killed to get by
Did you realise you'd died long ago?
Yes, we all tried to save you
Didn't need us, oh brave you
You just turned away; just said 'No'

Couldn't do a thing to make you listen
Couldn't say a word to help you learn
Couldn't make the sense to make you realise
You were just taking your turn
And despite that special buzz
You're not special anymore
Caus you're gone, dead and buried
Like so many before
And it still goes on

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
its not over yet 16 September 2008

an excellent poem, unfortunatley the power of addiction is so strong it can be almost imposible to overcome in many cases people just don't have enough strength to pull through.

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