A single wooden chair resides in a painted room of black and white
A pale white door seems to be locked
The girl sitting on the chair gave up the fight to live, for it was a very tough fight
The sound of the midnight chime came from the clock.
The girl nods as if to reassure herself of what she was about to do
She tightened the belt on her arm
She holds the needle in her hand; her friend was about to do it to
But her friend was in the country on some farm.
Both the girls brought the needle to their arm
Peer pressure- they had given in
They both figured it would work like a charm
But now the drug was going in.
The drug went in fine for the girl at the farm
But for the girl in the black and white bedroom it was another story
The farm girl goes off with her friends while the other girl is left behind
The girl in the bedroom falls off the chair she had been sitting in.
Her body began to wince as she shrieked in pain
But no one was home
To die this way, it is a shame
But she had a choice but now she is all alone
With her dying breath she smiles and whispers, “Overdose.”
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