Addiction

Once lived a young girl
Whom had stringy hair of gold that hung delicately from her bony, pale white shoulders
She was a mystery, a case that couldn’t be cracked
On the outside, she was an adventure, a good time filled with shine
But on the inside, her heart as slowly rotting away
Nothing could ease the illness that began to form, the crippling depression that she was so afraid to bring up 
Each time she tried to get better, she ended up slowly slipping away again
Such a pretty young girl she was, but she could never see that
She decided to ease her pain
So she picked up a habit, a dirty fix
Each day before school, she took a snort up each nose
They told her it would make her feel better, that she would be happy
And she was, for a little while
Her addiction grew stronger as the days started to pass
Once a day turned into multiple times
She spent all her money, lost her job
She sold her body, did unspeakable things, just to feel like she was whole again
The addiction grew worse as she got older, she dropped out of school, moved in with her drug dealer
He was abusive but she didn't care, no, she never did care, she just wanted the high
One day she did her final high, gathered up her drugs for one final high
Tied the band around her arm, and let the needle loose
She was found passed out on the bed, the needle still stuck in her arm
She died, all because she thought a quick high would ease her pain