In the depths of despair, a young soul dwells
A girl of sixteen, her pain she cannot quell.
Caught in a storm of mental anguish, she fights,
Battered and bruised, she yearns for peaceful nights.
A heavy burden lies upon her fragile frame,
A struggle with demons, her life not the same.
Xanax and marijuana, the crutches she claims,
Seeking momentary relief from her relentless pains.
Once filled with dreams, a sparkle in her eyes,
Now lost in a haze, where reality lies.
Anxiety grips her tightly, a relentless foe,
Trying to escape, but nowhere to go.
Her days become a blur, a foggy haze,
Trapped in a cycle that no longer amazes.
Xanax, her numbness, her escape from the strife,
But its grip on her soul, was like a double-edged knife.
Marijuana's allure, a temporary bliss,
Masking her sorrows, a cruel, deceptive kiss.
In the depths of her addiction, she's lost her way,
Struggling to find peace, to see the light of day.
Friends and family, they worry and they weep,
Aching for her recovery, their love they keep.
Reaching out with open hearts, offering a hand,
Praying for strength, a chance to understand.
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The Interplay between Addiction and Depression
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote as a 16 year old girl fighting depression and anxiety on a daily basis while turning to her addiction of Xanax and Marijuana as a place of solace. I found the light at the end of the tunnel...I see it burning bright...I...
