Addiction Poem

Suicide And Substance Abuse

I opened my 22 yr old son's door and found that he had committed suicide. It felt like my soul left my body. My baby boy was gone and somehow I'm expected to go on with life! He was 61 days clean from cocaine. I thought, finally, everything was great! I had no idea that coming off of the drugs had such horrible side effects, (paranoia, nightmares, hallucinations, etc.). If I had only known how bad things had gotten for him, I would had done so much more! I'm sorry, baby boy!

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You Won

© more by Lisa M. Edwards

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

I hate you for what you've done to me!  You've completely torn my world apart and left my family in misery!

You attacked my family without any warning in advance.  You were so sneaky about it, that we never stood a chance.

You said not a word and never made a sound.  We never saw you coming.  You were not easy to be found.

When you came for my youngest, you were quick and oh so silent. He thought he had you under HIS control.  But he didn't know that you were so violent.

He was ignorant to your strength and blinded by your charm.  He had no idea that you would only bring him depression and that you only intended him harm.

Some may blame him, because he opened the door and let you come right in.  But you don't care.  You only wanted to win.

So quickly you had him under your control.  Once you dug your claws in, you knew you had him - body, mind, and soul.

Cocaine, you were a gate way to many other things in life.  For my son, it was suicide. You've brought my family a lifetime of sadness and strife.  You won!

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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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