Poems about Addiction, Eating Disorders, and Abuse

To Quit or Not To Quit by Anonymous

I should wash these pills down the drain,

But it seems better to prolong my pain,

Because I know going through withdrawal will just about kill me.

It seems easier to just go on,

Smoking crack and popping pills until dawn,

Knowing in the end what will be, will be.

Yet somehere deep inside,

There's a little bit of pride.

A tiny shaft of light that still reminds me.

Of the girl I used to be,

When my brain was clear and free,

I'm not sure I can be that girl again.