Mom,
You chose cocaine over my smile
You chose meth over my laughter
You chose pills over my happiness
Mom you chose drugs over me
Am I not good enough?
YOU ARE READING
Terrible poems I wrote when I was 16
PoetryDive into my depressed 16 year old mind by reading these terrible poems. What was I thinking at such a young age? Who knows to be honest.
Poem 8
Mom,
You chose cocaine over my smile
You chose meth over my laughter
You chose pills over my happiness
Mom you chose drugs over me
Am I not good enough?
