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Array ( [sid] => 146563 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => momma's an addict [time] => 2008-11-29 16:48:53 [hometext] => sadly this is a way of life for alot of people [bodytext] => sittin in rehab going through fits, if she dont quit the bag she'll never see her kids
lyin in her bed the room seems like a cell, every second she lives couldnt be better then hell
all alone stressin every minute goes by like second,then hours into weeks and weeks into years,
every baby that comes only brings new fears,only nineteen and already a fiend walked from rehab before she got clean,
she only has herself to blame screamin crying thinking of everything shes done in her time,
all the pain trouble and strife as a crack head she'll never become someones wife,
sittin cryin all alone both hands clutching a knife,not thinkin clear shes seconds from taking her life,
seems like the only way out,tears running down her face,cant take the pain of life her heart starts to pace,
she brings the knife up slow and smiles as the life leaves her face,happy as she escapes this place.

mommas an addict she couldnt get clean took the easy way out seems very mean,
like all the rest before her that floated down that stream in fear cause theres only one way out when you mess wit gear
left her five lovely kids all alone in this world,to live there own life full of pain and hurt.
all grown up in the presence of fear and when they think of her,smile and shed a tear,
for there young mothers life destroyed by gear.
now momma was an addict she never got clean took the easy way out seems very mean,
its sad to see and sad to hear,now all she is to her kids is a distant dream
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momma's an addict

Contributed by snoopington on Saturday, 29th November 2008 @ 04:48:53 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



sittin in rehab going through fits, if she dont quit the bag she'll never see her kids
lyin in her bed the room seems like a cell, every second she lives couldnt be better then hell
all alone stressin every minute goes by like second,then hours into weeks and weeks into years,
every baby that comes only brings new fears,only nineteen and already a fiend walked from rehab before she got clean,
she only has herself to blame screamin crying thinking of everything shes done in her time,
all the pain trouble and strife as a crack head she'll never become someones wife,
sittin cryin all alone both hands clutching a knife,not thinkin clear shes seconds from taking her life,
seems like the only way out,tears running down her face,cant take the pain of life her heart starts to pace,
she brings the knife up slow and smiles as the life leaves her face,happy as she escapes this place.

mommas an addict she couldnt get clean took the easy way out seems very mean,
like all the rest before her that floated down that stream in fear cause theres only one way out when you mess wit gear
left her five lovely kids all alone in this world,to live there own life full of pain and hurt.
all grown up in the presence of fear and when they think of her,smile and shed a tear,
for there young mothers life destroyed by gear.
now momma was an addict she never got clean took the easy way out seems very mean,
its sad to see and sad to hear,now all she is to her kids is a distant dream




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Re: momma's an addict (User Rating: 1 )
by navydocny on Saturday, 29th November 2008 @ 07:30:28 PM AEST
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Very painful to read...
Extremely sad and heart-wrenching what some people go through..
You have painted a dark and sad portrait of the struggle someone has with themselves and the world.
Great job!
Steve


Re: momma's an addict (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 3rd December 2008 @ 12:44:24 AM AEST
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This is so very real, very wise and truthful.
So dang sad....... Nicely written. It is hard to write on subjects that are so difficult, you truly did a good job with this.

Hugs
Michelle




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