Catastrophe

Catastrophe shaped like a masterpiece

These drugs put her at ease 

So she sells her soul for these things 

And as she walks home with the cash in her palms 

Her insides fall apart like she swallowed a bomb

The drugs will fix her 

Make her feel right 

Not wrong 

Her whole life she just wanted to belong 

But as she comes down 

The voices get loud 

Tell her shes worthless 

Getting high is her purpose 

To quiet them she gets higher 

And she just wants to die 

Her, eyes start to water 

The drugs really got her

She knows of nothing else 

No other life, no

So her mind wanders 

"Who would be sad if I wasn't here tomorrow?"

She comes up with a list 

Filled with just her tricks 

And realizes this is a life she doesn't wanna live

So she lays on her bed and ties up her arm

Shoots herself up, the last straw 

As she dies one tear drops from her eye 

In the beginning she would have never thought the drugs would take her life 

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