MY STORY - in poetry

Sometimes I wanna personify my life in such a way so I can grab hold of it so it doesn't go astray. 
Just like a child, that's wild running and playing in the park. 
Gets lost from its parents and runs into dark. 
Don't get me wrong I had a good family we were together but for my folks not happily. 
Not gonna psychoanalyse every fucking thing but there's reasons why theres demons that I bring. 
Tried to be seen, tried to fit the crowd tried to do anything just to be allowed. 
Did everything that meant my folks weren't proud. 
My men got what they wanted, and then went away, 
or if they liked hurting me, they'd often like to stay.
They were users, abusers and hurt women all they can. 
If I met a nice one I misunderstood and ran. 
I went to the city, loved the lights so pretty, 
Hung with some people too fucking cool, 
i no longer felt like a some sort of fool. 
I loved the social scene, 
went places id never been and saw things I'd never seen. 
I walked down the wrong path, and still cant believe the aftermath. 
I ran cos I was hurting, so all those opportunities deserting. 
I ditched my future like it was some trash, 
brought all the wrong things with my cash, 
ignored my real mates, got myself in states, 
gave my love to the wrong types of person and my situation began to worsen. 
Then I became unclean, and I liked being mean. 
My life did a complete twist and changed ways, 
became a flat out hedonist and wasted days. 
Slowly all that was good and kind and worth a soul, 
began to unwind down from the sky into a hole. 
People walked away from me because the way I talked was a shame to see. 
And I don't really blame them, because I wasn't the same then. 
I beat out with a fist, and went to cut my wrist… Once or twice… 
but I'll try to keep this nice. 
The person I was wasn't there anymore, 
there was nothing in me that was there before. 
I'd either be dancing at my destructive peak, 
or more often comatose unable to speak. 
My family came and saw the sight, 
and with disbelieving fright they came to take me for fears they would forsake me. 
It took a while to get anywhere near back to being a person with soul. 
Seemed impossible, an unreachable goal. 
I had seen more evil than ever could be told, 
but slowly the story begins to unfold, 
and I became bolder, with good hands upon my shoulder. 
There is nothing more euphoric than overcoming your dysmorphic self. 
And low and behold I appear to be back to health.
 But there's been a few set backs here and there,
 but I'd be stupid not to be aware that there always will be. 
That vulnerability is always in me. 
I'm gonna try my hardest I say to each family and friend, 
I'm gonna try my hardest to give this story a happy end.
 I want to be something, I want to achieve, 
and above all I want you to believe in me.
 Because I've failed you before so I can see why you'd be concerned. 
But the biggest thing I have earned back is my self. 
That's more than any prize, or any sort of wealth. 
I've been given a second go at living,
I'm gonna try for your help and the giving.
 I was taken like a child by the hand, 
taken from the darkness back to my homeland. 
And for this, love you all always, more than you'll ever understand.