Popping pills all the time,
Even though I know it's not right,
Cutting deep into my skin,
Gripping my blade tight.
Always trying to look my best,
When I actually look my worst.
I thought alcohol
would refresh my thirst.
I planned to have kids when I got older,
I want good things to tell.
But why I would I tell my children,
that all I wanted was to go to hell?
I had too many problems.
physically abused and bashed.
my arms, wrists, and legs,
had been both bruised and gashed.
I thought of myself,
As a strong Girl.
I wasn't strong at all..
Than I hit reality and realized life was real.
I had decided to stop,
and do what's right to get my life on track.
I realized so much had been wasted
and I needed to change because I could never take it back.
I'm a better person now.
I'm about to turn 16.
I can't believe how stupid and young I was,
and how I was so keen.
All the drugs and the alcohol,
the cutting and pain.
Have all disappeared,
now I'm one step ahead in this game.
I'm finally happy.
At Last.. Happiness
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011 with permission of the author.
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