Junkie

Thereās a fire in my belly
Itās been burning for a while
Itās starting to hurt
I think itās called denial
Ā
I donāt have a problem
They take away my stress
I donāt want to quit
But maybe I could do less
Ā
Iām starting to sneak around
Behind my families back
My mind is starting to wander
Getting off track
Ā
Rehab is my second home
I canāt stay out too long
My family wants me to quit
I guess Iām not that strong
Ā
My motherās always crying
My daughter wonāt say my name
My son doesnāt understand
And I am filled with shame
Ā
My wife is angry
Yelling all the time
I guess I must admit
This was never fine
Ā
I canāt undo
The mistakes I have made
I canāt ask for forgiveness
Just pray that they will fade
Ā
Iām crying out for help
I hope it will come
If I am left alone
In darkness I will succumb
Ā
I know the drugs will kill me
Itās a knife I have placed
I have nowhere to run
In this coffin Iām encased

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Comments
as a reader, I am moved by the power and honesty of this poem, flawlessly written, difficult subject....expression can open many doors, excellent work, poetĀ
This is really good