I pace the floor until my feet start to hurt,

The light remains dim as the other person in the room sleeps soundly

I don't want to be here, my head starts to pound with aching memories 

memories that link me to why I'm here.

The pills sitting in my hand, telling me to swallow them. 

Peoples' faces flash through my mind as I bring the blue coated candies closer to my mouth.

I couldn't do it. Which is why I'm here. I got caught. 

I had to be strong, not for myself. But for them,

I couldn't be selfish, I have to live for my family and friends

I had to grow up and accept that there is no easy way out. 

And here I will learn that even more, I need to accept the help I am given 

That way I can see those people's faces once more.