One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
The children are counting Xanax pills they pick off the floor.
Mommy's sister committed suicide in 2009; that's when this all started.
Same here. The full poem was actually 4 pages long; a lot of the story was cut out to meet the size limit. The point where the children decided she chose the drugs over them was because of...
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Being born into your arms,
I felt my life was out of harm.
Felt that you would never hurt your baby.
Now that never has turned to maybe.
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...
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Just one more use; it's not abuse
To make it through my day
Just one more day is all I want
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
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,...
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You're more than just a brother to me,
You are my hero, but you might not see.
I care about you more than you could know,
But sometimes I get mad at you and it just doesn't show.
Don't worry, you will see him one day. May god bless you, and don't forget wherever your brother is he still loves you. After all, you are his sister.
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...
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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.
Gone are the years when you were addicted
Pain still remains of all those inflicted
Sad are the memories of when you were high
Hurt are the ones who helped you get by
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