I'm An Addict
It's walking a path, a path you take every day,
but suddenly one day there is a huge hole in the middle of your path
and you're not paying attention
because you walked this path every day for years.
It's walking a path, a path you take every day,
but suddenly one day there is a huge hole in the middle of your path
and you're not paying attention
because you walked this path every day for years.
I'm 46 and life has passed me by because of addiction. I've also been a cutter for 30 years, and nothing can stop the tears.
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I was there when you fell in the ditch,
I was there when cocaine made you itch.
I was there upon your first cry.
I was there when you wanted to know why.
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This letter is dedicated to families
who have suffered living
with an addict.
The unsung heroes who are never recognized,
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I was 25, you were only 28.
A thousand times we tried to help you,
But we were still too late.
The story you're about to hear is not fiction or fake
it's a sad story, about a man and his mistake.
See, this poem is not about her or she, it's about a
strong young girl, and that young girl, well, she's me.
I've always made you first in life,
and now for that, I completely pay the price.
You've caused me so much pain,
made me go crazy and insane.
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People want to say bad things
And judge you for the monster you've become
But they don't know the truth
Of just how bad drugs have made you numb
This poem really hit home. It reminded me so much of my oldest daughter's dad who is an addict and sitting in jail waiting to go to prison over his addiction. He was such a wonderful man...
When we sit and we think
about our childhood and what you did
We wonder why you did those things
I was an addict too. I've been sober little over a year once I found out my sober, drug free girlfriend was pregnant I knew I had to change and I did for my son and so we could be a family...
In her life there was some joy.
Then one day she met a boy.
He seemed to take away her tears.
I remember when the police came to our house.
You didn't want to go with them.
I remember when my mom wanted to leave.
this really describes my life with my father