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Feb 2020
I've gotten to a point where
if I stop using
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I get physically sick
I get emotionally drained
I become suicidal and impulsive
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but the consequences are glaring in the room down the hall.
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homelessness
debt
no school/college degree
that'll be rockbottom
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but wait
I've already gotten so far into the hole
what makes this consequence neighbor different?
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I sold myself to some random dude
to get drugs
I took a pregnancy test last week
it was positive
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I broke curfew
I broke my rules
I broke other housing rules
I broke values
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I guess
don't use.
**** gets bad.
fast.
Written by
Dylan Mcconnell  18/FTM/Madison, WI
(18/FTM/Madison, WI)   
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   Perry
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