Fight The Pain Poem by Brandon Smith

Sitting in an empty room
Thinking all the wrong things
How can I steal?
How much can I sniff?
How many pills can I pop?
Wondering how I could run
To get away from this life
A way to escape
From the torture and the pain
Of the place I call home
Mother, Father, Brother, Sister
Always angry or upset
Depressed or careless
Nothing is any fun now
I'm tired and sore
I believe I am numb
But I know I should fight
Unwilling to quit now
I continue to push
And keep Fighting The Pain