deepundergroundpoetry.com
drugged up promises
I was always asked the same questions.
"Why won't you come home"
"Why are you acting like this"
Why.. Why? Since day one I was always second place .
Drugs were always first.
When I begged you to stop,
The same words
"I'm sorry baby don't give up on me" said over and over just like you'd rehearsed.
Tell me, what's worse.
Being a drug dealers daughter,
Or a meth heads whore.
Begging for forgiveness
Or being left on the floor .
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
"A recovering addict is always recovering "
That's what you said,
But you never started recovery,
Soon enough you'll be dead
"Why won't you come home"
"Why are you acting like this"
Why.. Why? Since day one I was always second place .
Drugs were always first.
When I begged you to stop,
The same words
"I'm sorry baby don't give up on me" said over and over just like you'd rehearsed.
Tell me, what's worse.
Being a drug dealers daughter,
Or a meth heads whore.
Begging for forgiveness
Or being left on the floor .
I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
"A recovering addict is always recovering "
That's what you said,
But you never started recovery,
Soon enough you'll be dead
Published 27th Dec 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 634
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
Eh . . . Pretty much in yo face and then some
is this stark and truthful poem. So happy someone
(you) had the grit to talk that talk and walk that
walk insofar as the horrible life of a drug addict.
Been there. Done that. Thank you.
is this stark and truthful poem. So happy someone
(you) had the grit to talk that talk and walk that
walk insofar as the horrible life of a drug addict.
Been there. Done that. Thank you.
28th Dec 2016 2:02am
Lived with a family of addicts.
Heard all the promises but you can't get better if you don't try
Heard all the promises but you can't get better if you don't try
