In the back of a police car with my head spinnin',
Was it really worth those days of pure bingeing?
Looking back on all the stuff I did without reason,
Tomorrow I need to stand up in front of a judge and start pleading,
The thought of it makes my heart start beating.
Was it really worth it?
Getting in a state,
Being sick on a copper's shoes,
Not worth a litre of cider and that box of blues.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll have some good news,
I want this children's home to be my last move.
by Aidan Donnan (15)
Groomsport Intensive Support Unit, Bangor
Competition - The Poetry Trials
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