He would be 6 years old today, Daddy's little man,
Mama's little cuddle bug and Grammy's little ham.
I should be baking a cake today, chocolate's what he'd crave.
Instead I'm buying flowers to place upon his grave.
I'm a heroin addict and on methadone, I have been clean for 8 days, but the cravings are really strong, I enjoy reading these poems, but I don't know who to turn to!
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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...
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!
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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.
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.
I'm so sorry that I'm hurting you,
You know there's nothing I can do.
Every time I inject, I think of you,
How you're thinking this can't be true.
I am so sorry for your pain. I am also going through the same pain. It's so heart-breaking that I cant even speak out loud to anyone about my boys because the pain is so deep that I break...
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Too much chaos, too much strife; we need to go to build a new life. Tyler is one now and I am three; a family together, will longer be.
You come on Sundays- that's "dad day", but sometimes life gets in your way. Daddy's here- he rang the bell, so many things to share and tell. You need to leave??? We say good-bye. We're told of drinking when we ask "why?"
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.
To my daughter:
Most parents want their children
To grow up and follow in their footsteps ...
My daughter has been addicted to drugs for the past year. She has disowned her whole family. I take care of my grandson. She hates me for that, but she gave him to me. Now she's losing him in...
How could you let it control you?
Things were fine in the beginning.
I could tell you anything,
but now we can't even speak.
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