Get By

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. 

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