I dedicate this poem to all of the people I recently hurt from my own bad choices.
I've made many mistakes-this just being one of them.I've been to the bottom and I'd like to say thank-you to everyone who helped me realise that I could get back up,in spite of it all.
I hope to help someone else see that their sun will shine again too,because,honestly,there were days when I didin't believe mine would.Thank-you for the support.
All alone I tremble and shake.
All alone,I cry and I sleep.
All alone,I will deny
that I have made a mistake.
All alone,I long for confinement
all alone,my blurred vision allows me to see
all the demons I try to fight-the personal demons
bottled up inside of me.
All alone,the unbearable thoughts escape;
they test my willpower,and I feel weak
the anger,the alcohol and the tears that won't unveil.
All alone,they test the inability to even speak.
All the illusions seem real.
I feel broken,and jaded
alone,I'm frustrated
but the pills don't let me "feel".
All alone,I begin to face reality;
It frightens me-I panic and hate
the fact that I can finally see
how this drug is controlling me.
Alone I am unable to breathe
this drug is my worst enemy
All alone,I contemplate
taking my final breath
Alone I hesitate...and pray that someone will see
that there is a girl who now cries
...constantly.
and so hard she tries
to warn others of her mistakes
and everyday she hides-
by pulling her sunglasses down over...
her paxil eyes.