Kelly was addicted to things she thought wouldn’t harm,
This is until she engraved things in her arm,
She would take these things to get away from life,
Her brothers manic teasing or her mums pain and strife,
The wrong crowd might have been her source,
Which was probably her cause for remorse,
She thought she okay with her substitute for pain,
But these things helped pain to gain,
Her insides began to wear away,
Slowly she began to pay.
When she came to her senses, it might have been too late,
She went to a counselling session with her best mate,
She sat there and stood up slowly and said her name,
‘Kelly Ryan, I’m glad I came,’
‘I’m a drug abuser and recently anorexic too,’
‘I have no clue what to do,’
‘I have one friend she’s sitting right here,’
Very slowly she shed a tear,
They say I’m to die, if I don’t sort myself out,’
‘Is that what my life’s all about?’
‘My old mates all have jobs, lives, careers,’
‘While I’m trying to control my fears,’
She was referred to a psychologist that very same day,
Who would help her get on her feet so she might be okay,
A year later, she’s getting back to her old self,
Slowly but surely recharging her health,
Her friend, councellor, others too,
All managed to help her through,
She’s on prescribed medicine only now,
She keeps looking back and thinking ‘how?’
She put her body through such wear and tear,
Like she never used to care.
Although she wants to help people like the old her,
Her body will never like it first were,
At least them people can learn from her mistakes,
To save themselves, for their sakes.
