I decided 2 be cool, I'm the life of the party..

This is not my normal group of friends..not hardly

I took a little...unimpressed, but I'm a man and I guess I need a little test.

I did it a couple more times just 2 take the edge off, I only do it when I chill with my friends ,It's not like I'm addicted .

Even tho I know I'm not addicted I feel ashamed I mean what would my mom say..but I'm not telling her right..

I love my wife and son but I think my wife knows and she wouldn't understand she would only talk shit about how she thinks I'm addicted.

I want 2 be a good dad but how can I if he knows I'm using drugs.

I'm so depressed and it hurts so bad...I know what will take the pain away..

This stuff must be bad cause I still feel the pain,let me just do some more..

And still my pain is here but I still do it I must be addicted.

I run away 2 find a new begining here I am different town same problem.

Once again I'm feining but there is plenty of drugs 2 cure my hunger I'm addicted..

I miss my family so how many people I've hurt..I know my mother cries for me.

The thing that hurts the most is no one trusts me anymore because I've lied 2 everyone including myself when I said I wasn't addicted.

I hope 2 recover the things I've lost , I pray for strength and serenity I still have urges and it's a fight everyday cause 2 this evil white powder                 I'm addicted...                                                                                         
This poem is about my husband who at one time I thought I could help and was trying to understand his side...but I can't!!