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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Before i forget...

I meant to tell you, before i forget.
I remember when you were high.
I remember all the lies
I remember the smell of ether
You told me wasn't our house.
I remember sleepless nights
And you were out
I want you to know
You have impacted me.
I remember we used to talk and sing
When you weren't controlled by drugs
You were a dad back then
We all remember the dad we had
And wish that he was back
We gave you time
You said that you would change
Wou didn't give help a chance
When i see you now
You can tell by my look
I wont forget what
You did to us.
The first time you admitted to having a problem
You cried infron of me
You never cry
You never cry
You never cry
One day i will look back on and thank
You for what you did.
You said you would change
You did
Your time has come to be a dad again
We missed you
It is good to have you back

It was a while ago...
But i remember when you were sober
And all the things we did together
I meant to tell you that

4 comments:

  1. Is this what your real dad did because my mom is the same way but she is still on them every once and a while.

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  2. i feel as if i just wrote that:( im really sorry i hope by this thou you learn that you don't want that kind of life for yourself

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  3. chance this something to share but thank you for sharing

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  4. I have learned a lot from what my parents did. I had to witness my family fall apart. And all the while put on a fake expression to make my family and friends think that i wasn't effected by the fact that my family was self destructing.

    And yes Jullie this is what my real dad did. He put my family through heel because of his own selfish addictions. My mother did the same. But his addiction effected me more because he was the sole money earner since i was too young and my brother and sister were already pretty much on their own.

    But i don't look back on what happened asking people to have pitty on me, or tell me that i'm so strong for going through this. Because there are people out there that go through harder things everyday. What i had to see, and go through is nothing compared to others, who live in poverty and have no choice in what their lives become. What i went through made me a stronger person. And if anything i would just thank my parents for what they did.

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