People can study the suffering of a meth addict or, <br />The teen that is hooked on crack, <br />We can know of what is going through the rape victims mind, <br />What it feels like to live inside your friendless drunken bottle, <br />We are taught this in school. <br />We’ve made excuses for these people so many times, <br />It’s like what they do in their life is no longer a crime, <br /> <br />Mother of three, gang raped, and left for dead, <br />Her sprit cries for the remains, because nobody cares. <br />A teen just did a little bit too much, but as he forever sleeps, <br />No one will know. <br />The girl who didn’t want it but he took it anyway, <br />And now she even has nightmares in the day. <br />Even the drunk that shot herself, <br />When the bottle got the best of her. <br /> <br />But what about the sex addicts? <br />The ones that lay in their bed and, <br />Cry them selves to sleep, <br />Call them selves’ names, <br />Needing to have it more and more, <br />Each and every day, <br />The pain they pay, <br />Because of the need. <br /> <br />Do you think this is a game? <br />Doubt that I am suffering? <br />Why don’t you see that I need help? <br />Just like a druggie or the drunk, <br />Or the girl sitting next to you, <br />Just wanting you to hide, <br />I need your shoulder to lean on. <br /> <br />This addiction I have become to hate, <br />At first I was like you and thought I was just, <br />A horny teen having a little fun, <br />Now I can't sleep at night and, <br />It controls my relationships with guys, <br />I just want this to go away, <br />Do you still think this is a game?<br /><br />Mrs. Cynosure<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-game-still/
