Addiction
I don't know what you're going through
I just know the things you say
and the symptoms that occur
are the same each passing day
I don't know what you're going through
I just know the things you say
and the symptoms that occur
are the same each passing day
I really like your poem, and I understand your pain. I lost my husband to an accidental overdose 4 months ago, and I am really struggling and grieving. I miss him every second of every day....
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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.
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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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...
He was the most loved with a million friends.
Football star with so many wins.
He had the cutest smile that you would ever see.
He was the funniest person that you would ever meet.
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...
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This letter is dedicated to families
who have suffered living
with an addict.
The unsung heroes who are never recognized,
I haven't seen you
And it kills me,
But what can I do?
I can't set you free!
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.
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...