Addiction Poem

Addiction- The Destruction Of A Family

My youngest son, my baby boy, my miracle child was 61 days clean from cocaine. On 9/4/24, my life changed forever when I opened the door to his basement apartment. He had hung himself. I struggle every second of every day between the natural will to live and wanting to die. I constantly feel like I'm re-living that day over and over again. The pain is unreal and without him just taking a breath is difficult. I just don't know how I'm supposed to go on with this kind of pain!

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No Hope And No Love Inside

Published by Family Friend Poems March 4, 2025 with permission of the Author.

I cut my wrist today, but not because I wanted to die. Of course, people won't ask. They will just assume that's why.

I needed to know that I could still feel something, other than the pain I felt inside. I watched it for a while until finally the bleeding started to subside.

For so long now, I've tried my best not to cry and not to complain. But when the bleeding from my wrist was done, with every beat of my heart, I still felt that same old pain.

I don't know how to let it go, and it won't leave on its own. It's a pain unimaginable for a mother. It is a pain that most have never known.

Now, this pain is the only thing that I know. It's the only thing that's real. There's no hope, and there's no love inside. This pain is the only thing that I can feel.

I remember the day it came to me. In fact, I re-live it each and every day. It was the day I became imprisoned in this heartache. The day cocaine took my youngest son away.

ABOUT THE POET:

Im an almost 60 yr old mother of 2 incredible sons. I've always turned to writing and poetry as a type of therapy, I guess. I've been told that my current poetry is tragically beautiful. I write about my youngest son, Zachary. I lost him on 9/4/24. He was only 22yrs, 8 months, and 18 days when depression ripped him from my life, my world.

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by Peggy Dougherty
1 month ago

Lisa,

I am so very sorry for your loss.

I know this has to be such a terrible burden.

Please call to get help and support for what you are going through- either good Christian counseling or National suicide prevention # - even though you claim cutting does not indicate that.

Somehow I think that you can heal and maybe be a vital voice to stand up to the evils of drugs, preventing many more lives lost and families devastated.

There is something in you that is very valuable, and there are probably other things God has for you after time to receive help and heal little by little.

Prayers are with you.