Drug Abuse Poem

I lost my parents and baby sister when I was 11 and all I have left was my sister. She had control over all our money and when she couldn't cope with looking after me she turned to drugs and wasted so much of our money on them. She then one day when I was 16 figured she had to get away, so she Over Dosed and I lost the one piece of family I had left.

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Yes, I think about it. I grew up in foster care from the time I was 5 until 16. I ran away probably 100 or more times. I would get to go home and then back to foster care. I couldn’t...

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With Darkness Come Death

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Published: March 2011

How could family be so cruel?
How could I have been so naive & such a fool?
My sister had frozen off my money for years,
When I found out it reduced me to tears,
She was all I had, I'd have traded her life for mine,
But now is the time I question why I ever wasted my time,
hundreds of thousands I never knew we had,
She had gone and blown it on her friends new fad,
I will never forget her junkie friends,
The way they roped her in to her life's ends,
I always thought she would be able to control her addiction,
but then something happened beyond my prediction,
I got a phone call from the hospital up in town,
this phone call really dragged me down,
they told me they were sorry and nothing could be done,
she promised me this would never happen, that it was just
for fun,
she has broken her promise to me,
I am now alone and always will be.

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  • by Rebekkah Harper
  • 4 years ago

I lost my older brother to drug abuse when I was 10 and he was the only family I had. My parents died in a car crash when I was 3 but now I'm 15 and I'm a foster child. Can I ask have you ever thought about giving up? I'm just a bit curious.

  • by Ronnie Wilcox
  • 1 week ago

Yes, I think about it. I grew up in foster care from the time I was 5 until 16. I ran away probably 100 or more times. I would get to go home and then back to foster care. I couldn’t understand what was going on. My brother and I were together for a couple of years, and he was diagnosed with a rare blood disease. He was taken and adopted by a family who could afford to care for him. I felt so alone and betrayed, so I started to run away to go home. I didn’t even know where home was. I just knew the name of the town. After a while I started to run away just to get away from everyone and everything. I had even won a presidential award for physical fitness; it was signed by Jimmy Carter, but I turned hard-hearted. Then I found drugs to help with my pain. I did 14 months in a juvenile detention center, but it got worse as the years went on.

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