substance February 24, 2005 She was broken her eyes were cracked no tears could cure her now like a hopeless dreamer consontrated on one thought the thought of life could she be disintagrating away falling to peaces swept on the floor holding her tightly a stranger with a mask breath only when they say the blurie cloud of people watching from a distance are loud with calls as she slowly drives away and with the morning covered in tubes with shuffleing feet in the hall and a chearful hello form the door lucky this time thats all they would say but when they left she was all alone she realized it must have been a overdose on her only substance