Letter To Drug Dealer From Mother Of Young Addict
A Letter To A Drug Dealer.
As you read this letter
I want you to know the devastation
A Letter To A Drug Dealer.
As you read this letter
I want you to know the devastation
My name is Dylan, and I am 17 years old. I started selling drugs when I was twelve because my mom and dad where dope fiends. I had to take care of my sister who can't walk. I had to feed her,...
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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.
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...
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Your memory is all I have left
of our good times through the years
you spent many years in and out of prison,
and losing you again was one of my biggest fears.
Excellent poem!
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.
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
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I'm 16 and wondering if I fill your shoes
Moving slowly while avoiding all your wrong moves
Looking at your pictures feeling nothing but fear
You're so far away but your love seems near
Wow, this pretty much hit the spot. My mom has been in prison for the past 8 years due to actions she has made from crack and cocaine, me and her are very close now and I love her to death,...
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.
Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
I want my mother back.
Who is this monster you have become?
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...