Thorns

The needle tears at your vein

You'll do anything to numb the pain

A dirty drug, to forget all of your mistakes

You'll do it again, doesn't matter how many times it takes

Your skin looks like a cheap wrapper

Covering up an emotional disaster.

Cuts all over your body, because you feel like a nobody

And eyes so red, id almost confused you for dead

Living to die every single night, no wonder in your eyes there's no light. An innocence stolen, a heart that's been broken, with so many words unspoken, held back by the lifestyle you have chosen.

Mother is god in the eyes of a child, but all the ones you bore died inside of a whore. By bottle or pills, it didn't matter until it stood still. Although many men call your insides home; in the end, you feel all alone. Hollowed out by use, rotten out from years of abuse.

Thorns cut deep, a sharp pain that doesn't let you sleep.

It hasn't let me slept, since the moment we met.