Letting Go Of Something That Wasnt Real Poem by kelly seago

Why is it so hard
I didn't mean anything to them
the streets, the drugs, the unprotected sex,
it was all just a game to them
but it was life to me
Going through it, all the pain and sorrow
but somehow i couldn't escape
I kept coming back for more
The rush of the first hit
Takes away all the pain for just one minute
then comes back much more stronger, and makes u much more weaker.
Becoming accustomed to taking of clothes
letting filthy hands all over my body
letting them take control
all for what, nothing
but now its my turn
im in control of me
No more of never knowing, or always losing
my heart, my body, my own mind
This is my time to get to know me, The Real Me..