“Rehab is for Junkies Only!”

Heroine addicts

Looking at the girl

With razor carvings

Blanketing her arms and legs

They turn away from her

“She doesn’t have a real problem”

As in life she’s unaccepted

In this world of recovery

Walking away

She gives in to

No longer belonging in this world

Desperately searching

To find the end

The end of her pain

A girl in-need of help

Never found it

Even in a place

Where all can be helped

The Day I Woke Up

It wasn’t after

You destroyed our home

It wasn’t after

Your constant berating

It wasn’t after

You put your hand through the wall

It wasn’t after

I swallowed those pills

It wasn’t when

You called the ambulance

It wasn’t when

I was revived

It was when

You finally left

It was when

I finally had a moment to think,

About myself

It was when

I realized

I could be happy

Without you…