She cries in the morning,
Uncontrollably, and without warning.
Like an animal in a tiny cage,
She has no answer for her violent rage.
She wants no handouts, but cheats and steals.
Hiding away the pain she feels
She walks the streets and looks around.
Scanning and searching on the ground
For pocket change we throw away
But it will help her through her day
Living live from fix to fix
Earning smack for turning tricks.
“Just one more shot and then I quit.”
But she really can’t live up to it.
She sits and she straps her arm
These track mark mean more pain than harm
Eager with a childish grin
Burning dope inside a tin.
Her high comes almost with no warning
But still she cries in the morning.
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