Dealing with drugs is a dangerous thing.

Growing up with them,

You can't get away from them.

When daddy tried taking his life,

I tried taking mine.

He did the drugs,

I did the cut.

I did the knife,

I did the tax,

I did the anything sharp.

I did this

And I'm ashamed.

The worst part is,

I wish I was still addicted.

The worst addiction

Is self harm.

How could I feel so empty

That I had to watch something

Pour out of my body

Just to know that I was alive?

My life was something I wanted to throw away.

It was something meaningless to me.

I rub my wrists together.

I want to FEEL it!

I

Want

To

Bleed.

But I am stronger.

I am not something I can throw away.

I am not trash.

I am not the 'drug dealers' daughter.

I am not my addiction.

I am a strong girl.

I a  surrounded by my friend.

I am going to be hurt, yes,

But I will not let the depression, fear, pain, or the burning agony define who I am.

I define who I am

By what I love.

And I love myself.