Deal With It

Once again she gets out of bed,
Looking forward to a day she'd dead.
She went to school which wasn't very cool,
Then she comes home and breaks the rules.

She pulls out some drugs and cocaine and,
Goes to hang out with her "friends" again.
She takes one fix of crack,
And it all goes black.
Her friends take her money,
And say see you later honey.

Three people walk by her, laying on the ground,
Two of them walk past not making a sound.
The third one stops to call nine-one-one,
But he doesnt have a phone.
He runs her to the nearest hospital,
The condition shes in is very brutal.

Her parents rush into the recovery room,
Shell be able to come home very soon.
Although her parents had a fit,
Shes finding a way to deal with it.


One of my first poems that I wrote.