I say to remain strong,
Yet I appear to be weak
I say always try to win,
But I welcome defeat
I say pray,
But never drop to my knees
I say talk to someone,
It stays bottled inside me
I chose to get high,
And then came a child
I never slowed down,
I still remain wild
I stay less than a mile,
From my own three year old
My eyes are watering,
And my heart is cold
I miss my daughter,
She'll soon be old
Now with no money or job,
I'm on the corner again
Only one man sticks by me,
And he is more than a friend
I struggle with this addiction,
Hoping one day it will end
I haven't touched base in 2 years,
And I'm still fighting my friend
In this game of drugs,
You're bound to loose
I've made decisions,
That were not cool
I hope someone takes heat,
To this poem
If you've got the habit,
Kick it that shows 'em
My own child doesn't even know me,
And I had her when I was 16
Now I'm 19 with nothing in sight,
But waking up crying all times of night
The pain is deep I've hurt everyday,
Now I hurt even more
As my arm is numb and I fall to the floor
I've beat one addiction,
Now I'm on another
With no sense at all,
Not even enough to be a mother
This needle penetrates,
What am I doing?
Nothing with my life,
I need to stop this abusement.
I Miss My Daughter
It's 12:35am when I'm reading this. Your poem made me bawl my eyes out. I'm 20 years old and have a little girl. I've been using cocaine for almost 3 years now and am currently not with my...
True Story
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the author.
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