Heroine Poem by Jessica Foster

You got me addicted now I’m involved in this sickness
I fell for you like everyone else
I kissed you and hugged you like I couldn’t live without it
Then you dropped me to the floor
You hit me with the door
Left me for her and started all over again.
Now I’m in shock and going through withdrawal
Because I haven’t had my fix
Since she stole your heart
You tore mine apart
Now I’m bleeding alone
With your heart made of stone
Making me wish I was dead.
Do they have Rehab for the brokenhearted?
For those who were supposedly smart
Those who would never fall for the image and danger
Or is that our punishment for living so reckless?
Maybe we all need a little “heroine”.