Hopeless

This is a fictional poetic story that resembles being stuck on rock bottom and still being strong and powerful.

Drugs are bad,

So are boys.

If they catch you high,

You’ll become their toy.

They will make you their b***h,

And if you disrespect them

You’ll get beaten ‘til you twitch.

You use drugs to numb the pain,

Put on your mask and pretend you’re okay.

Even though you are just their game.

You try to escape,

But you have nowhere to go.

You start to feel great

Until you realize you’re not alone.

So you stand on the corner,

Dressed like a hoe.

Your first customer finally comes,

But that man drops you off and ties you to a pole.

You notice the boy who made you their b***h

And try to get out before it’s too late.

You get kicked,

You get punched,

You get beaten until your bones crunch.

He leaves you there.

You’re weak,

You’re empty.

People walk past you, but nobody cares.

A girl comes.

She helps you up,

She takes you to her home,

And fills up the tub.

Your clothes are torn,

Your body is bruised,

You’re scared out of your mind,

Because all of the abuse...

Author's Note

I am a recovering super young drug addict and this is my first time ever writing a poem. I just unconsciously wrote this and shared this with a friend who told me people need to see this. So I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Reviews

[Relic]

It looks like you're writing from experience which i sad to see. (so is the middle finger).

For someone who doesn't write poems I have to say I would not have known if you didn't say so. This, as I said, is sad but also scary. I've seen drugs do in a lot of people.

Welcome to the site. This is a good poem to join by and I hope people can learn from it. :)