Dear Daddy...
I haven't seen you
And it kills me,
But what can I do?
I can't set you free!
I haven't seen you
And it kills me,
But what can I do?
I can't set you free!
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One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
The children are counting Xanax pills they pick off the floor.
Mommy's sister committed suicide in 2009; that's when this all started.
Same here. The full poem was actually 4 pages long; a lot of the story was cut out to meet the size limit. The point where the children decided she chose the drugs over them was because of...
Last night we argued once again,
But it's really nothing new.
We argued the night before that
And tons more before that, too.
Thank you for this. It helps to know I am not alone.
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Welcome, welcome,
step right up.
I'll give you confidence,
I'll bring you luck!
My child, I'm right here,
Looking for reasons for the things I've done,
Why I went to the places I did,
and how my feelings kept me away for so long.
I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.
Thank you for your sharing your words! I am an addict and have struggled with it most of my life. I came from a very privileged home and had every opportunity handed to me, but I was hiding...
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Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.
Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
This poem has struck me so very deeply. I am glad to have stumbled upon it. As a young mother of two and a second generation addict, I have many doubts in myself and my success. In front of...
I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around and call me names.
Mom, I'm sick of playing these games.
Wow. This brought back so many painful memories for me, and I can relate to everything you have written. No one who has not been through this will ever understand our pain or our sorrow, our...
You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough.
I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.
Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine.
My husband died 4 years ago today - 11/11/17. His death cert. stated Methamphetamine Cardio Myopathy. It also states a secondary reason: Methamphetamine use. The drug he said wouldn’t kill...
That monkey on your back,
He's a tricky little guy.
I thought that he was dead and gone.
I thought he said goodbye.
I can relate a lot to this as well. I'm married to an addict. He just got out of prison this month and is already back in jail for meth. He's 40 years old and we have four kids together, and...