21. My Josh
In my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be.
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.
In my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be.
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.
There is something worse than death or jail. It's the land of nothingness full of evil spirits and lost souls. That place where you can't die and you have no one or nothing. This keeps me...
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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...
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The kids are bathed.
Everyone's teeth are brushed.
As we lay down to bed
The house seems so hushed.
This made me cry mostly because I'm am the addict and as I read this it was as if my children were speaking. I've been clean for over a year but they are with their grandparents and they...
I am completely taken aback by this poem and your comment. I have a son who just turned 18, and he has been using. His name is also Ethan. My biggest fear is your reality, and my heart goes...
The shooting stars we used to see,
Up in the sky, just you and me,
Those are the times I hold so dear,
Laughing, joking, we had no fear.
This poem hit home for me. I have a brother who I used to be best friends with. We did everything together, even after I found out that he was addicted to heroin and crack. I would ask him to...
A 16 year old boy alone in his room,
nothing left in his life but gloom.
He cleans up the kitchen empty of food,
My mom and I used to be so close. We both had the same drug of choice, meth, and cleaned up in 2007 together. We bonded over it. Talked about it. Grew from it. I even lived with her for about...
In her life there was some joy.
Then one day she met a boy.
He seemed to take away her tears.
Now who's that knocking on my brain?
I hope it's not you, Mister Cocaine.
Because Mr. Cocaine, you and I are through,
And so is the fake fun that I had with you.
Wow! You really started using a deadly drug at a very young age. I do congratulate you that you have been clean now for four years. That is a humongous accomplishment for someone who used as...
As I went away,
You wasted another day.
I guess I wasn't as important
As you used to say.
Why do you do this to me again and again?
I am your family, I am your friend,
But it just seems you only love it,
The thing that's turning your life to spit.
There's only one thing I could ever say,
about the way I felt that day.
The day we sat with coloring books,
and kept laughing at our funny looks.
The poem was wonderful. People who have never had problems do not understand. I had a bad drinking problem a very long time ago. I was lucky enough to overcome the problem and become the...
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...
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.
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.
I haven't seen you
And it kills me,
But what can I do?
I can't set you free!
Your words seem slurred and jumbled
As if you're not making any sense
Eyes red like you're lacking sleep
And you always seem to be tense
Amen. Prayers for anyone who suffers from addiction and for all of the lives that are touched by a person's addiction, as well. Blessings on you for the rest of your life.
I thought you were my friend.
You wouldn't cause any pain,
but little did I know,
you'd make me go insane.
Famous Poem
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.