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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Mothers Worst Nightmare
[time] => 2012-07-09 08:51:54
[hometext] => I loved my son from the moment he opened his eyes, till the moment that the drugs closed them. I just hope that someone listens to these words and gets back on the right track. This is my last wish before I leave this world and see my son again.
[bodytext] => 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. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 358 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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