life with a drug addict <br />get up early, take kids away <br />rush off to work <br />get home, cook and clean everyday <br /> <br />help the kids with school work <br />sports, send them out to play <br />before the drug addict gets home <br />pray he doesnt come home today <br /> <br />when he walks through the door <br />starts to holler and cuss <br />hitting, throwing things <br />making accusations at us <br /> <br />holes in the walls <br />children crying <br />broken toys and hearts <br />inside dying <br /> <br />finally getting to bed <br />to be awoken at midnight <br />hes out of drugs <br />so wants to fight <br /> <br />getting up and dressed <br />have to take the kids <br />run out get him some <br />he stays home all hid <br /> <br />cant leave them home <br />alone with him <br />if they shall awake <br />he might hurt them <br /> <br />getting what he demands <br />just to have peace <br />still not enough for him <br />cant get help from the police <br /> <br />he sits and does his drugs <br />for awhile <br />comes to bed <br />with a big stupid smile <br /> <br />says hes horny <br />demands i give in <br />i hate his touch <br />hate this life iv lived in <br /> <br />i hate his voice <br />i hate his smell <br />i hate him near me <br />but he cant tell <br /> <br />then his cock doesnt work <br />but blames me <br />its his drugs <br />but, he doesnt see <br /> <br />my kids are hurting <br />this life they live in <br />i died inside <br />but one day, awoke again <br /> <br />taking my kids <br />moving far away <br />leaving it all behind <br />so we see another day <br /> <br />this is only part of things <br />a lot more went on <br />but <br />now i am gone <br /> <br />it couldve been a lot worse <br />like being killed or sitting in jail <br />but now im alive and free from him <br />to tell this tale<br /><br />sandy nobody<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-with-a-drug-addict/
