Drug Abuse Poem

I wrote this poem when I was skipping school. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend of the family. I considered him like a dad. I had to tell someone what he did to me. After he got caught he killed himself, and put the blame on me.

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My Escape

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Published: August 2008

I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It's starting to make me feel good
Just like it should
I'm confused and I don't care to worry
My memories are becoming blurry
By the time the joint comes back around
I can't get off the ground
Starting to loosen up, I'm starting to forget
My heart is beating so fast, I'm starting to sweat
Can't remember what pill I took
Didn't bother to look
As long as it takes everything away
And eases the pain for today
It's my turn again, I cough and choke
But I still take another toke
I'm so happy it's unreal
I can't explain how great I feel
So many ridiculous words are spoken
My heart no longer feels broken
Laughing so hard I begin to cry
I can hardly hold my head up high
He is no longer swaying from a tree
Now nothing can bother me
My pulse is really starting to race
But at least I can't see his face
I can try to quit
Or cut down a little bit
But this is all I can do to make him go away
Because he haunts my mind every second of the day

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  • by Brianna Bejarano Arizona
  • 3 years ago

I'm starting to become a piece of my pipe, when I light the tip and I start to hit, I become the brownness and the white, the fire hits the smoke comes out how did I get here and how do I get out, never did I think I would be the person I am today left with all this hurt and pain.

  • by Mercedez
  • 4 years ago

I had a bad drug problem once upon a time and still have urges sometimes. I was raped twice due to being drugged.

  • by Kayla Saunders Poet
  • 5 years ago

Thank you so much everybody for commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed my poem.

  • by Audrey, California
  • 5 years ago

I am 14 years old and I had my first drink when I was 9. Today I don't leave the house with out a hit or a pill being popped. Sometimes I wish that I could stop but then I remember why I started and I hurry to the next thing to numb me. I can't guess what happened to you but I do know what it feels like to want everything to go away. I loved your poem and I will never know what you went though cause that's all you my friend.

  • by Amanda
  • 6 years ago

This is exactly how I used to feel and I just turned 16. When I turned 13 I turned to drugs and sex.... But I found this guy who is amazing and he turned my life around completely.

  • by Ana
  • 6 years ago

I'm doing a theatre project on drug addictions right now, and after reading your poem I was so inspired. It's so real... I was wondering if I could have your permission to include parts of it in my project? (a film).

  • by Jay
  • 6 years ago

A beautiful poem. But who is "he"? I assumed it was a conscience or something, but I'm not sure. But again, it was an amazing poem that expressed how it feels to be high really well.

Dear Sierra, very inspiring. I hope you find new happiness!

  • by Sierra Dean
  • 7 years ago

Hey this is an amazing poem, I also was assaulted the first time I drank. I was raped and my boyfriend left me because he didn't believe me. I did drugs to forget I overdosed 3 times within 8 months. I feel for you keep your head up.

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