This poem was written on 01/12/2001.

The poems in this collection were written when I was in a very dark space in my life. I was struggling mightily with drug addiction and had no support around me. I was growing into an adult but had the emotional intelligence of a toddler due to how I was raised. Physically and emotionally abused from a young age, exposed to drugs and violence my whole life.

The Thought of “Me”

Cursed… But oblivious. I just go on with my days… Days…never ending, always coming… More days. It’s so rough. The loss of all that was important to me. No more family… Just me.

Instead of picking up… I fall down. Weep and cry when no one’s around. I need the help. I can’t help myself. Because, I can’t…I can’t. So, I make an excuse. That lasts for a while… Eventually it expires. So I must do it again. Lie to my mother, even my friends. I feel like a burden… A stray dog, no one lets in. Not even me…not even me.