Heroin

An innocent baby,
Now a fully grown girl.
Who went through storm and thunder,
Just to make it in this world.
Without solid foundation
Or concrete walls around her,
When social workers and policeman
Were all she had to surround her.
By a chance of luck she made it
Into a warm and wanting home
But no one's ever perfect
And their cracks started to show.
Though she lived in torture,
Not knowing how to love.
You lived off of other people's backs
Even that was not enough
A needle grabbed your love
And a dealer, dealing sin.
She toyed with the thoughts and fantasies
Of being your heroin.
Knowing of the terrible things
That you shouldn't know at six
Like how you weren't more important
That mummy's next big fix.

-Jorgie Bain

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