Poem written for her son who is an addict to meth

[Teresa]

Poem written for her son who is an addict to meth

When something falls from high above
Or our significant other falls out of love
When promotions are handed to others than you
Lives may seem stranded and you can’t make due

Remember the path that led you astray
All the glory you faced before that day
Remember the good, remember the bad
But don’t forget what made you sad

I think you know just how to change
From all the things that have made you strange
Will you change what destroyed your dreams
Will destruction continue with methamphetamines?

There’s something within you
I know you are strong
I believe you can fight it
Because I’ve know you so long

Why are you so weak?
Why can’t you walk by?
Is it something you seek?
Are you wanting to die?

I’m convinced your will power is something you’ll use
Taking that step that I know you will choose
For if you don’t know just how to stay strong
I’ll know that your life won’t last very long

I’m tired and restless and you don’t even care
You’ve made heartaches for family
who wish they were there
We want you home, we want you back
But my God aren’t you tired of the life you lack?

Maybe I’m wrong to think it’s your choice
Maybe the drugs have taken your voice
But you used to speak your mind with such pride
Have you lost the ability to even confide?

If all is true then these words are a waste
I’m always there for you although not face to face
If you have no hope to even stop using
I’ll have to move on from all of your abusing

I’m sorry if things aren’t so good for you
I only had wished that my son would pull through
Though obvious to me, you’ve chosen to flee
From the world that you live in

To your own misery

Now a new fate has come to take you away
From the life that once led you completely astray
Alone with no family, no friends to stop by
I won’t let my heart break from the pain when I cry

Your life will unfold into nothing but fiction
The lies that you told from your "little" addiction
I won’t hurt anymore, I will be strong
I wish you could of seen all the dreams you made
wrong

Take care of the boy I still see in your eyes
And be sure to call home at least once or twice
I’m sorry to leave you but I have to go
I’ll remember those days you were safe at home

I’ll remember the son that was once alive
The energy you gave, so fresh and revived
Goodbye to the life you’ve chosen to trade
Goodbye to all of the dreams that I made