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Dear Mother


Dear Mother,

I would like to Thank you,

For being everything,

 I never want to become.

Your constant drug use has made me into the person I am today ,

And I thank you.

 

I remember when you tried to run me and my sisters over because you didn’t have a fix,

I remember that night clearly as though I was still there,

I still remember the smell of my own fear mixed with my siblings,

The way you stared at us with those craze filled eyes,

I would like to thank you for that night,

You taught me that even family will betray you.

 

It amazes me that even to this day,

You can pretend that I don’t know.

Like I didn’t know of your addiction before I learned how to spell my own name,

You taught me that life isn’t fair.

 

It was when you promised me that you would be there when I got home,

I got off the bus that day and ran,

I ran to a home where only my father stood,

When I asked about you he just looked at me ,

He didn’t give me an answer and I knew.

You taught me to never get my hopes up.

 

It was you who taught me not to settle,

Looking at the life you had ,

I just knew I had to do better.

 

One of my favorite memories of you,

Is when we were in the car,

My father, sisters, me and you.

You didn’t think I was listening,

So when my father asked you who did you want more the drugs or us,

You stated the truth.

I want to thank you for choosing drugs over your family,

It was the best thing you could have done for me.

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