Mother on Drugs
Mother on Drugs
My life growing up,
Was somehow hard,
Me and Mother,
Was falling apart.
The hatred and pain,
I always felt,
I would even say,
I was living in hell.
The drugs were taking over,
This mother of mine,
Always messed up,
Causing me to cry.
I hate being home,
Being with her.
Cause she was the person,
Causing me to hurt.
She always screamed at me,
When I done no wrong,
She was never there for me,
When I felt alone.
I always stayed some where,
To avoid going home,
Because I didn’t wanna see,
What was going on.
Someone was always telling me,
That she would never change,
But somewhere deep in my heart,
I knew there would come a day.
About nine months ago,
She looked at me and said,
I don’t wanna do this anymore,
Or soon ill be dead.
She decided to go get help,
And clean up her life,
I thanked the lord above,
Each and every night.
My mother is now my bestfriend,
Always there for me,
She always knows when I need something,
She right there beside of me.
She is a strong woman,
Good willed and Loving too,
I don’t know what I would have done,
If I ever lost you.
(2013)
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