I am a whore- Are you happy?

I need to feel warmth to feel alive
His kisses heal my pain
But he used me and abused me
My innocence was slain

I am a drunk- Are you proud?

Drown away your insults
Confide my secrets in the booze
It makes everything all better
My insecurities, I lose

I am a druggie- Are you satisfied?

The only reason I do this to myself
Is to get rid of what people do to me
I don’t want to think about my problems
You cause this, do you see?

I am depressed- Are you going to mock that to?

I have sunken real low
I do not value myself
I have forgotten my morals
Ignored my health

I am dead- Are you content?

I did those things to makes things better
Your judgement made them worse
The lower my abused body into the ground
As all my pretend friends disperse

* if you read this please also read "Am I" of mine.. its alot
better poem and pretty much the one that this one replies to.. i have alot
of poems so its like on the 4th page of mine or so but i'd really
appreciate comments on this one and that one! Thanx a bunch! ~Lauren
 
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