Rebecca's Rambles…

It happens to all of us, one of these days,

You think it’s nothing, ‘You’re going through a phase’.

Here have one, he says, as he hands it across,

She says don’t do it, pst, it’s your loss.

Pop in the pill and it’s all forgotten,

My heads dizzy, I’m feeling so rotten.

Bile creeps into my throat and I start to heave,

I’m thinking in my head, I really must leave.

Blocked out faces and murmurs of sound,

Suddenly a thump and I’m kissing the ground.

Lights sparkle fast and I feel eight years old,

I’m losing heat and it’s getting so cold.

My fingernails claw at the carpet in sheer need,

My heads gushing and I can see myself bleed.

I can’t move a muscle or bear to speak,

I’m losing control and feeling so weak.

Trying to impress and look super cool,

When in fact, I’m sixteen, and head boy at school.

My eyes peel open, and to my shock,

It’s a bright white room with a noisy clock.

I look down but can’t let out a scream,

My body’s disfigured and covered in cream.

My eyes shut tight and I can hear them talk,

“I’m sorry Mrs Smith” and they start to walk.

A voice grumbles in front of my face,

I can feel my heart pounding and picking up pace.

Drugs, drink and driving all ends here,

He switches off the monitor and out runs a tear.