I feel sorry for you, the way you pop pills. You'll be gone pretty soon. I want to try to help you. I can't just let you be. I know your love for me is gone you see. I know you have some problems. I know their hard to face. I know you'll never love me, to you I'm a disgrace. But can't you see I'm worried! Your ruining your health and mind! I haven't seen you sober once. Please stop! You still got time.
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- Comment from author about the poem: I've had loved ones who have died from addiction so please seek help don't mask your emotions!
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Some people will find the courage to overcome their demons and the alcohol and drugs. But some will never see themselves as being worthy of a healthy life, sad but true. And equally sad is the effect it has on those who love them and want to help, but are powerless to reach them. Excellent write marlena.
Thanks an your right as I have overcome this problem and defeated it for the sake of my kids and my life. I wrote this when I was 10 years old. It's about my mother and how I knew she had a problem an I understood why she did the things she did but I never said anything to her about it. I never held anything against her or hated her because it was her choice an I knew if she didn't want to help herself then let it be.
Very impressive writing this at 19 years old Marlena. And if the person has no desire to help themselves get better then as you say, its their choice. Still, it must have been very hard for you to stand by and watch her do that to herself. And much credit goes to you for your own recovery for your kids and yourself. I'm certain the experience gives you a lot of perspective and a wealth of knowledge to be applied to your writing of life. I salute you Marlena.
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