Look at me. What do you see?
You might see just a teenager with bags under their eyes and greasy hair. Or the bruises on my face.
Smell me. What do you smell?
You might smell the alcohol in my breath or the cigarettes on my shirt.
Hear me. What do you hear?
You might hear the gentle I'm okays but if you really listen you can hear the aggravated HELP ME.
Help me.
Help me.
Help me.
I repeat it like a mantra in my head. A way to keep me sane before I slip away.
Know me. What do you know?
You know a teenager whose life has been destroyed by drugs and violence.
You ask why.
Why the constant need of a cigarette or alcohol lingers to me.
Why the bad anger controls me.
Why the need to always be in a fight holds me.
You ask why.
Why did this happen? Who did this?
It happened because of the parents that never loved me.
It happened because of the parents I never had.
It happened because I felt alone.
Drugs are the only things I can rely on, the only things that can help me.
I did this because I felt like no one cared.
I'm alone in my room, a bottle of vodka in my hand I stole from a store. Tears rolling down my face.
I'm tired.
I'm so tired.
I throw the bottle against the wall and watch in a strong gaze as the glass breaks.
I'm done.
I'm so done.
I never touched another drug or alcoholic beverage again.
I'm free.
I'm so free.
I will spend the rest of my life helping kids like me.
You ask me, what can I do?
I can be there. I can be there for the kids that felt like they were alone like I did.
I can donate.
I can start a support group.
I can do everything I didn't do for myself.
I can lend a hand to the people falling.
Because people like me, all we need is a little help to see.
Help to see what's right in front of us.
People.
People that care.
We aren't alone.
We can say no.
So when I ask you to see me.
You'll see a teenager who is free.
A/N: This is a project I had to do for school and I thought it was pretty good so here! I hope you enjoy it. This poem is about teen violence and drug abuse from the perspective of a teen drug addict.
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