We overlook that lady
once upon a time she was somebody
she just fell deep into a cycle
   she gave up all her worth
because in the beginning she thought it was worth it
    looking back it makes her unhappy
but now it’s an addiction
physically attracted
    to a substance 
that don't love you back
it sucks you up and spits you out
dirty, nasty, hopeless
constantly seeking that next high
the first one was lost
  so by the time she finishes finding it
she’s in the coffin 
   she needs your attention
not the disgusting looks
she is a mother, sister, friend a wife
    no matter how much dope she took
her clothes are raggedy
  her hair tangled and matted
her body odor is smelly
   do you walk over her
as if she is not there
  she makes herself known
by begging for some money
 that’s all she knows now
the first time she smoked, snorted, injected
  she gave up her self respect
it’s not my problem
so why should I care
 that could be me
then who would care.