March 7, 2017
By JulieAnne BRONZE, Middleville, Michigan
JulieAnne BRONZE, Middleville, Michigan
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Short hair over a cold heart,
Have you seen her falling apart?
Long sleeves covering pale skin,
She thinks: I can’t go through this hell again.
Chapped lips echoing at an empty stomach,
It was so much more than just a plummet.
She gave excuse after excuse, spit lie after lie,
It was that day when she made her decision:
If I can’t be skinny I might as well just die.

Long drags sooth shivering lungs,
They asked: “just smoke one?”
Tried to say no at first, then mumbled to herself:
“What could be worse?”
She let it hang between her teeth,
Then welcomed death without any grief.
They said the first hit felt more than nice, and let me tell you… they were right.
Funny, It was only suppose to be for one night,
But instead she found her vice.

Long days where judgement displays,
Can you honestly say: I would never walk away?
Channels of pink are unsealed,
Rivers of red now revealed.
As her esteem starts to cave,
Silently she is screaming: I need to be saved!
Soon her body will be white like a ghost.
If only society realized,
It’s our insecurities that destruct us the most. 

Big swigs held with trembling hands,
Did you know she had a plan?
The bottle shatters once it touches the floor,
She just want to be appreciated more.
Tired of a heart so sore, I’ve never seen perfection so lost before.
If only we understood we already know the cure,
Then maybe we wouldn’t be forced to forget her.
Drunk on sadness that night she prayed, “Lord please tell me:
Why we’re all addicted to something that takes the pain away?”

The author's comments:

What inspired this poem is personal experiences I have delt with amoung myself, my family, and a lot of teenagers in general. This piece represents the different ways people (especially teenagers) deal with pain and self hate. Sadly, more often then not, we tend to deal with our sadness through things that are only hurting us. We feel we have hit rockbottom and it's that feeling, the feeling of hopelessness, that drives people to numb ourselves with mental blocks/illnesses such as anorexia, self harm, alcoholism, cigarettes, and drugs. And often it's these self destrcting processes that result in the worlds most common and serious addictions. Personally I've had multiple life experiences with people who have been addicted to these self destructing proccesses, which is why I felt so strongly I needed to write this poem about the general idea of becoming addicted to something that takes the pain of simply being a human, away.

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