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A lost soul, walking the world alone , No place to turn, Nowhere to go, No direction. Hopeless, confused, always questioned my existence, my purpose for living. Never loved from the beginning. Not a soul to care, even my own parents,who were never really there. I was an inconvenience, a waste of air. Where did I go wrong, what could I do different too turn this around, all I ever wanted was too be wanted, and loved. I cried out for help, more than once, nobody ever heard my cries, I was always the silent, shy type, unheard. I seeked attention, never caring who, or where it came from, or how I got it. As long as a focus was on me, it never mattered. I became a selfish fool, Who I no longer knew, I settled for what, and who I could get, before I knew it I was numb to the pain. In with the wrong crowd, starting smoking pot, soon came the hard drugs, that really helped me forget, the hell I was living. Nobody warned me that this was just the beginning, or the fact that one, was way too many, but a thousand wouldn't ever be enough. I wanted more, and more, drug's became my way of life, I quickly became a theif, and a liar. Just too feed my habit, I needed to maintain. I was in pretty deep, a slave to a drug, , my own worst enemy to myself. I hate me, and what I had became, but loved not feeling the pain I had to suffer As long as I was high, I didn't have to feel, or face reality. I fell quick, and hard, I seen no way out. Broken, lost, at a dead end road, no turning back, stuck, at a rock bottom I never knew, lost site of myself, and who I was. I knew that wasn't the life meant for me, but seen no way to change it, and set myself free. I couldn't stand the thought of facing life sober, and having to feel feelings I had covered before discovering, my love for drug's. I didn't want to feel, but I knew I couldn't keep hiding, and running from my pain, something had to give,something, needed to change. I felt so helpless, alone, depressed, like it were me against the world, something I will never forget. I needed to see hope, the light to better day's ahead, I couldn't focus on the good, bc I was holding onto the past. I forgot what it had felt like to smile, or laugh. I had no reason, no will to fight. I had lived so wrong, for so long, I forgot how to live right,and lost site of me. I needed to find direction, but I needed help, I had to save myself from the nightmare, I had created, the hell I lived in. I couldn't no longer pretend all was ok when that was far from the truth. I went to treatment, it wasn't easy, but the best decision I had ever made, by far. For the first time in life I had hope, approaching a fork in the road, with new paths to take, either I wanted change,and I new way of life, it was up to me to to walk the path, that was shown to me. I used my scars for motivation, went to meetings, met positive people,too help me stay clean. I now have been clean for five year's, have a child of my own, it's been a rough road, but recovery is possible,you have to want it, and keep going, even when you fall, pick yourself back up, and try again.... By: Elizabeth Smith!!!!