You left me to die
Are drugs more important
Than keeping me alive
You say you're fine
But what about me
Do I look alright
Nah you don't care
When you do it's very rare
I wasn't even a year old
Stuck in a dark lonely room
With no hand to hold
I hope God will take me soon
Too young to know what to do
I know what I see
You chose drugs over me
Was I a mistake
Were you so high that you
Didn't know about the choice
That you were going to make
Are drugs more important
Than keeping me alive
You say you're fine
But what about me
Do I look alright
Nah you don't care
When you do it's very rare
I wasn't even a year old
Stuck in a dark lonely room
With no hand to hold
I hope God will take me soon
Too young to know what to do
I know what I see
You chose drugs over me
Was I a mistake
Were you so high that you
Didn't know about the choice
That you were going to make
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Author:
Joanna S (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2022 10:44
- Comment from author about the poem: My bio mom chose drugs over me and this is my story
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I had that happen too. I'm so sorry you have to go through that. If you need to talk I'm there. I might not get back but I will try to.
OMG all of your poems describe my past perfectly are we a copy lol
maybe lol
i think so this is trippy
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