Beautiful Misery

Drugs are her fancy
A needle is her pleasure
Instead of walking ,she sniffing
That thin white line

He life is empty
So she fills it like a cup
With rum and booze
Till the bottles empty

Walking, stumbling, falling
In the pale moonlight
The neon beer sign is
Calling her life

She buys a bottle
Of rum and gin
Opens it before
She opens the door

Drinks and sobs
Feeling guilt for her
shameful, drunken life
The needle is her next game

Stumbling as fast
As she could
Her drunken rage
Her propulsion

Tieing the rope
Around her arm
Watching the veins
Pop out.

Taking the needle
Slowly piercing the skin
Pushing the drug
Into her body

Shaking
Sweating
her misery
She must end

Next the rope
secured around her neck
Squeezing the breath
From her lungs

This is a tragedy
For nobody cared
Or even noticed
This beautiful misery