They killed her,
The dealers,
Supplying her with the devil's remedy,
Heroin,
Posessing her,
Controlling her,
Draining her until only a shell,
A living corpse,
Remained.
She's dead,
Not only to me,
But to herself,
Numb to emotion,
Immune to pain.
Pride?
What of it...
She has an addiction instead.
Author notes
This is a poem about my sister... I lost her to heroin 3 years ago, and still she tries to mooch money off of us for her addiction... needless to say, I want nothing to do with her...
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- The Cries of Society by bloved.
450 points, ended July 11, 2007, 29 entries
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wow this hits close to home...my uncle is drug addict...he blew about 50 thousand dollars on cocaine in about a month...didn't give my mom shit and he always mooched off of my mom because she was seen as the weakest link in the family..now he's in rehab[again for the hundred tim]
Anways this was great..raw emotion...true heart...thanks you for sharing and good luck in the contest.
Laters,Bloved
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Thanks... my sister did much the same with cash on heroin, so yeah... except the money she used was the cash she stole from us...
TwT
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that's really sad, but I really like it too it's really well written and I LOVE it because it's like theres nothing you can really do because it's their problem kinda deal and you know? anyways best of luck, you did really well.
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thats sad...
i kind of know how that feels.
reminds me of my real dad...
except his problem is alcohol and guilting people
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It sucks... noone should have to live while a "loved" one lives in this manner...
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yeah.
exactly...
anyways.
EXCELLENT poem.
♥
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