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A Mothers Worst Nightmare
Contributed by
Damian
on
Monday, 9th July 2012 @ 08:51:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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I remember the first day clearer than any
The skill my son had was unmatched, he was uncanny
But I’ll never forget the day he came home
A mother’s worst dream, as a son became addicted
All your life you bring them up to your best
Hoping they will stand strong to life’s every test
Every day I watched more of him die
What hurt me the most is the way he would cry
Because no one wants to see their kid sad
He used to tell me how life was truly bad
How kids would kick him, and hit him everyday
All because he hated himself, they made him pay
He walks in the door with a gash down his arm
No matter what they did to him he didn’t return the harm
The depression inside of him ate away,
He wanted nothing but to get out and stay.
So he hit the drugs at the age of sixteen
Everyone that new my boy knows what he could have been
He was so beautiful before this *****
But nothing could ever fill that empty pit
That darkness inside that always hit
And left him in hospital in a hopeless fit
I sat at home always expecting that call
Imagining that voice, explaining my sons fall
Every moment crept by at a snail’s pace
Tear after tear laid its track down my face
He knew he had a problem so we sent him to rehabilitate
But something inside of him held onto all his hate
And when he left the clinic he was clean from drugs
But he had become something else, he had joined the thugs
He started bringing these kids home that were of the wrong sort
He was losing the battle, in which his mind fort
He started joining crime and fighting on the streets
And started doing stupid things and claimed them as feats.
There was this one boy in the gang he called brother
I believe he loved him more than me, his own mother
So when this brother of his died
There was no way of him getting back up,
As hard as he tried
He always came home and checked in
But it just left me wondering of his last sin
He wasn’t my son anymore, he was dead to himself
And as he fell so hard, so did my health
It was late on a Thursday as the phone rang
I picked it up as dread hit with a pang
And I sat and listened as they explained to me
How my son had overdosed,
Whilst from reality, he tried to flee
R.I.P mate, you were only 23
I’m sorry; I place the blame on me
I lay in hospital now and write
But im tired and dying, like a flickering light
My son, my everything, was gone before me
That isn’t the way it was supposed to be
This is a mother’s worst nightmare.
Copyright ©
Damian
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2012-07-09 08:51:54]
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Re: A Mothers Worst Nightmare
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by JDaw on
Monday, 9th July 2012 @ 10:34:53 AM AEST
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This was a deeply moving peace, but know your son is free of pain now and don't blame yourself. Look around at what the world is today and the answers will soon be clear. My thoughts are with you, stay strong and know your never alone, he is with you, the son you loved and knew.
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Re: A Mothers Worst Nightmare
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by emystar on
Monday, 9th July 2012 @ 10:52:34 PM AEST
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This is heart wrenching and I'm sure it was painful to write.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
If ya need a friend you can pm me any time.
Luv, huggs, prayer and blessings,
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