Pushing The Needle

As she push the needle in her lily white arm
in the bluish black vein being careful not going to far

As the drugs push though the vein brings her the
wonderful joy and pleasure that she seeks

The drugs do what then was made to do to her
living on the edge of it all, not caring who see her
are knows what's up with her and the problems she
shares with her mine, and body.

As she pushes that needle deeper in her arm
more drugs flowing in the vein, will she make it back
will she ever make it out of the life that has clamed
so many young lives.

She don't care and is pumps more drugs in
the vein that is already over loaded with drugs
till she cried out in joy an pain all at once
not call for the help that she needs to get out

As she once pushed the needle in the vein
we now lower her to her dark wet veinless
grave, once more drugs took a young life.