Addiction

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See I was going through a time that nobody understood but you.

I fell in love with the way you made me feel, never felt blue.

You took the pain away something so unreal.

But somehow it managed to come back with cold shoulders and a handsome deal.

I was dependent on you and I lost my worth.

See I was looking for relief but I turned to a drug, the fucked up part was my husband was my dealer and supported my needs.

I was getting high so much I couldn't even feel myself sneeze.

Now the numbness did exactly what is was supposed to do, cause after my mom died I was praying that it wasn't true. 

Fighting myself to wake up from this horrid ass dream....

But then you walked into my life ans didn't keep it a bean. 

The looks of it I trusted you hard ! But I didn't know that you wanted to let me die. 

Turn in my insides out, terribly charred someone could of told me this substance would change my life. 

Had my kids asking "Jay is mommy alright?"

My supplier was my husband and he was supposed to have my back.

See my husband was a big time dealer and I didn't know about that until shit got real. 

He laid it on the table and made me try a lick, the. he broke it up and I took a couple hits. 

My face went numb and that's when it took control, I felt a high that I ain't never felt before.

It took me past cloud 9, I was starting to forget life and all the negative. I was starting to believe my mom was still alive and her dying was all a lie. 

I was feeling so good, out of it and he seen that and gave me another line. When I needed support the most he took advantage and watched me destroy my life. 

How can white powder be so strong and the feeling not even last but so long.... 

  • Author: Roxxi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2017 19:48
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poems means a lot to me. It's more so a reflection of where I could of been while grieving my mother's death. But I'm so glad I am not at the negative place anymore, and that I overcame it.
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 27
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Comments1

  • official1sp

    What a story... A testimony indeed, you are a walking miracle. I am so proud of you and the strength that you manifest by never turning back. This is a touching piece for me as well. I am a single parent too with children to raise alone. So thank you for the empowerment.



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