Two-part addiction poem from both sides called "Living your life for addiction"

Two-part addiction poem from both sides called "Living your life for addiction"

Part One "Married now to your addiction"

Living your life in the darkness, always

running away from the light, for the evils

of addiction has taken you far away

from the fight. I miss you so very much,

and who you used to be, such a loving and

caring person that I no longer ever get to see.

The love and affection that we once

shared have been taken by all of your

hurtful lies, as you are married now to your

addiction, I can see it in your bloodshot eyes.

The late nights that I stayed up and worried,

if you were dead or sitting in jail, waiting for a

phone call from the Devil, who is waiting for

you now in hell. Maybe one day you will

know how much that I loved you, and that I

tried everything that I could, but I have no

more fight in my heart or soul, so I need to

leave you and your addiction for good.

Do not ever think that I do not still love you

because I still cry when I hear our song,

but I cannot keep you from falling anymore,

for I am just no longer all that strong.

Please always remember that I loved you

and I will remember a time you loved me.

But I would rather remember the old you,

and not the person that I now see.

Part Two "Just a fool"

I was broke and all alone, destroyed my

family, and I lost my home, on my knees,

with no sleep, for addiction filled my soul

to deep. Lost my job and my car but it is

okay I will steal another that is not too far,

I will do anything just to get high, rob and

rape and that is no lie. do not care if I need

more, for just five dollars I will be your whore.

I stole her money and beat that girl for just

ten bucks and all of her pills. Robbed a store

for fifty greens a baggie of dope now fill

my dreams, I smoked that bowl that I rolled

mind now twisted and spinning out of

control no turning back, it is now my fate I

sold my soul now it is too late. On some street,

in some ditch, I am laying here dying is that

not a bitch. I overdosed and now here I lay

wishing now that I could go back to some

better days. Too late for me, but not for you,

so listen to your parents and stay in

school Just say no when they ask or you

will end up like me just a fool

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

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