Addiction Poem about Family

This is a letter to vent my anger towards the scourge of our society Drug Dealers. My son has been destroyed by drugs, and I want people to read the other side of pain, suffered by families at the ends of these monsters.

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My name is Dylan, and I am 17 years old. I started selling drugs when I was twelve because my mom and dad where dope fiends. I had to take care of my sister who can't walk. I had to feed her,...

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Letter To Drug Dealer From Mother Of Young Addict

© more by Patricia Daly

Published: January 2014

A Letter To A Drug Dealer.

As you read this letter
I want you to know the devastation
That you have caused to families.
Perhaps you're beyond caring.
All you see is the money you have made,
Or perhaps you don't have a
Conscience at all.

I'm writing this letter to let you know
The misery you inflict to millions of innocent people,
People you don't know,
The unheard cry of agony.
Ordinary families trying to get by
And do the best for their children,
Sons or daughters that you don't care about,
Lives destroyed at your hands.
Kids that you deliberately set out to get hooked on drugs.

When you're a parent and have children,
You want the best for them.
You want them to grow up to be happy,
Independent, and make their way in the world,
To be honest and hard working.
What you can't protect them from is the outside world,
Monsters like you,
Who roam free to destroy lives.

You look on helplessly as you watch
The child you brought into the world
Change in front of your eyes,
And all you see is death looking back at you,
And there's nothing you can do.
As you see their personalities change
From a bright, caring and loving person,
A person who has a future
Into something that you just don't recognize anymore.

The family is destroyed because a Monster like you
Has gotten another young person hooked on the filth
That you make a profit from.
You silently scream inside as you watch
The child you reared doing things
That you never dreamed possible
In order to pay a Maggot like you so they can sleep.
As families of addicts that you made watch helplessly
As the cycle begins all over again the following day
And you are dragged into a world you didn't know existed
And you pray to God every day
That possibly you will see some change
In your son or daughter's life,
But it never happens because a Maggot like you
Has drawn them in a world of evil.

You learn to live in fear
As you watch the child that you brought into the world
Jump as the phone rings and you know that he owes money,
And the cycle of evil continues.
There's nothing you can do.
You're a Monster, and there are many more of you out there,
And you may feel that nothing can touch you,
But trust me, your time will come
Where justice will prevail.
If it's not in this world, it will definitely be in the next,
And there will be no rock for an animal like you to hide.
What comes around goes around,
And for every bit of misery that you have caused
To innocent and vulnerable kids out there,
It will fall back on you a million times over.
I hope when your time comes to leave this earth
That God will forgive you.
I, on the other hand, will never!!!

Mother of one of the addicts you made.



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  • Margaret Jones by Margaret Jones
  • 5 years ago

I lived that poem watching my only son become that addict the pain we all went through as a family. My son died of a heroin overdose in 2004 after coming out of rehab, I hope he has found peace at last, as I have yet to find my peace.

  • Kathy by Kathy
  • 3 years ago

I am so sorry for your loss and hope you do find your peace....

  • Carla Reeve by Carla Reeve
  • 5 years ago

I was a addict for 18 years , my parents never seen me sober, before they passed away! Instead I was shunned and pushed out on the street ! The tough love was the only way they knew! Although it didn't work for me! It was devastating and made me learn things I never wanted to know about the streets. So today I have children of my own. I can only pray that I can be as the best I can be.... Should it ever happen my daughter and me. I shared my darkest secrets with my mom In the end. She understood it changed me yet I was addicted. Once she understood that I hated that I was too. Before she passed away she told me how proud she was of me. My love for her never changed , but the most important thing I learned was: that parents well mostly moms blame themselves questioning and doubting where they too, went wrong! It's not your fault ! Self medicating comes in many forms, alanon will help you too!

  • Dylan by Dylan
  • 3 years ago

My name is Dylan, and I am 17 years old. I started selling drugs when I was twelve because my mom and dad where dope fiends. I had to take care of my sister who can't walk. I had to feed her, and I feel your loss. I know that I have destroyed many families, but drug dealers have a story just like drug users have a story.

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