Tragedy...

She picks up the shards
of a bottle known oh too well.
Though its never touched her faded lips
shes memorized the smell.

Pupils dialated
needles thrown astray.
She will obey his every wish
just to see another day.

From cocain to heroine
he does it all.
Reminds her of a past
she doesn't miss at all.

Bruises here and there
a cut across her cheek.
She knows he gets off
on making her feel weak.

She fought back once
it didn't go so well.
The way that he treated her
she'd have rather been in hell.

She could've killed him
but where would she go?
Back to the streets
she didn't think so.