Listening to the effects of death
13, it started with weed progressed to meth.
She tells me her sister is dead
and she feels her soul and head
feel the same.
She can’t sleep in her bed.
She’s up all night
court ordered to abstain
but it’s a fight. Every night is a fight.
She sees her sister walk by
she takes a shot of Tequila, so sly.
Sits in a circle of friends.
Puts the pipe to her lips
So it begins once again
Life slips through her young fingertips.
She gets high
thinking it’s the only way to get by.