Drug Abuse Poem

Mom Chose Drugs

I wrote this poem for my mom. She was a drug addict, and she is in prison. She put my sisters and I through hell, and separated us, now we live with our different fathers. My mom really did screw up my life, but I love her to death, and I know she'll make a successful recovery.

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All We Can Do Is Wait

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Published: May 2011

You were never really there,
And when you came around, all people did was stare,
You chose drugs over us,
At least you loved yourself, that's a plus.

I try to forget the past, I try to distance myself from your influence,
You going to jail when I needed you most is some coincidence,
It kills me to think you sit there doing nothing,
If I said I forgive you I'd be bluffing.

Nothing feels right, it's not the same,
When things go wrong it's you I try to blame,
I wish you were here, I wish I could see you,
Almost everything people say about you is true.

Yet it hurts, the way his words sting,
No one has a clue the pain they bring,
I don't even have my sisters with me,
I understand though this is how it has to be.

Everyday I think of ways I could have stopped this from happening,
But it all melts down to the fact that I couldn't have done anything,
Except helped you out, not been so bad,
Thinking it was me that drove you to drugs makes me sad.

Mom, all I can do is say I'm sorry, and I miss you,
We'll be together one day, and waiting is all we can do.

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