Poetry

She sits on her bed laughing,
the drugs in her system embarking,
the poison inside her searching,
another day gone shes now crying.


An open door, a welcoming smile,
just for a friend she would walk a mile....
Scared and lying alone thinking, tormenting,
seeking peace from her heart within,
 but her body lies there lifeless..
birds out her window singing...

all she ever wanted was a touch of spring.