untitled(u may not like this)it's my 1st poem in a while

Why would one person
do this to theirself?
Put their life on hold, their bad habits first..
Why would one person
make their family suffer?
It's like it owns them, like it's some kind of curse

It's almost as if they don't even care
I swear, somehow they must, just can't live life unimpaired

It's a mystery, to them, staying calm and collect
so to keep their cool, they must be completely wrecked

They never thought they'd have their own,
husband and child and a quaint little home
People to love and to teach how to live
and now that they do
they cannot even give...

It's so hard to quit,
I want to shout to every soul..
who has yet to start opiates,
chase your dreams and your goals
because life will never be the same
when your main concern is
HOW:
you're going to keep from feeling sick
instead of
HOW:
you're going to feed your kid

I just want to try to remember now,
having those care free feelings for a few hours
shouldn't matter as much as my family, my well being
I need to be stronger, I've been such a coward
I know what's most important and need step forward