My heart breaks for you.

You scare me to be perfectly honest, every time I see you I'm scared but I love you. Whenever I see you I think this isn't what you wanted when you grew up, this wasn't the dream as you played with you dolls or played dress up, you never wanted to be a junkie whore, My heart breaks for you.

You scare me the way you are so out of it, you have no idea what I’m doing or why I am here giving you tea, you cant even hear what I’m saying. You scare me the way your eyes slowly roll back into your head like your trying to see behind you but cant turn your head. The way your knees bend like you want to sit down. My heart breaks for you.

I see you there during the day and I know you are there throughout the night, unable to stop working because you need the next fix. I see you begging but no one will give you money because you're a junkie, I see you working on the street because you're a junkie, where is the way out? I watch you slowly walk away, a guy not far behind, I see you in your state, arranging a fee and take him to the next corner, my heart breaks for you.

I don't know what to say to you, I don't even know where to start, what can I say that you will remember when you come round. I want to do more for you because my heart breaks for you.

People look at you like you're scum because of this life you are living, people look at me with pride because I take the scum tea. You are a tweaker, I’m a missionary, neither of us are doing what we thought we would when we were children - back before you were broken and I was healed but I know you never grew up wanting to be a junkie whore and now my heart breaks for you.