Teen Poetry Collections

Just Lay It Out

by a young woman, age 16

I am addicted.

I am addicted to heroin, the devil's blood and the sharp swords that open the way for it.

In my addiction my life is as painful and miserable as the fires of hell.

In my addiction I am glad to feel high like the clouds, far above real.

I am addicted.

I am addicted to feeling nothing and yet like I matter.

In my addiction I hate to feel the low of the high, of dealing with no feelings.

In my addiction the real me disappears like crystal smoke: It's like a waterfall, the cloud drops, spreads, and is gone.

I am addicted.

I am addicted to avoiding my brother's death and the outcome; I am trying to un-know things about myself.

In my addiction, betrayal comes in the form of a boy spitting game in my ear, using me as a bridge to his next OK place; his words have no weight, they float away.

In my addiction I struggle to see a way out, but the only one I know of is when I close my eyes before God and confess my sins and offer my trust.

I am addicted.

I am addicted to the lifestyle of dancing with the devil, of wrong tasting so good.

In my addiction I am hiding from the future of the real me, which was just a road with no one stopping to offer me a ride.

In my addiction I am in a constant battle with myself.

I am addicted.