Poem To My Meth Addict Husband
I don't know where to begin. This poem is wonderful. I have been with my husband for 13 years and we have 2 boys. I found out a few months ago that he has been doing meth for at least the last 3 …
Published: Feb 2009
Puppet On A String
I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.
Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine.
I just can't seem to help you, can't break you away.
I've tried to cut the strings so you could walk away.
But without this attachment, your so-called support.
Your body goes limp, and collapses to the floor.
I can't lift you up, you fall right back down.
Your body is like dead weight on the ground.
I wish I could pull you to safety so you could be free.
It's so hard to watch you be a puppet on a string.
I'm figuring out that I can't do this anymore.
You have to let me go, I need to walk out the door.
I've been in entrapment, under lock and key
With your love that's pushed me to insanity.
Step aside, you must let me through.
My heart's taken enough abuse.
You have become someone I don't want to know.
There's no other choice; I really have to go.
You can make it okay because you can always pretend
whatever you want when the strings lift you back up again.
You attempt to burn the past away.
While everything you loved melts away.
Your new life has taken what was once my place.
Tomorrow you can't always fix your mistakes.
You have a million reasons, always an excuse.
And most of all it's precious time that you abuse.