Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
Holding my blade tight.
Dressed up to look my best,
When I actually looked my worst.
I thought all this alcohol
Would refresh my troublesome thirst.
I wanted kids when I was older,
I wanted good news to tell.
But who tells their children
They wanted to go to hell?
I had a lot of problems.
Sexually abused and bashed.
Both 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.
This is what made my toes curl.
I had decided to stop,
And get my life on track.
Because I realized the life I wasted
I was never getting back.
So I stopped the hurting,
For once it was pretty easy.
I stopped looking like an easy target,
And I stopped dressing sleazy.
I'm a better person now,
And I'm turning 16.
I can't believe how 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.
Poem About Overcoming Self-Destructive Behavior
I enjoyed reading this poem. I can totally relate to it because of personal issues of my own. I'm glad you were able to break the chains that bound you to the lifestyle. I'll be reading more...
Pills And Violence
Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009 with permission of the Author.
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Wow...you should see the tears coming from my eyes...I hope that you are better now.