“In Her Shoes…”
In her shoes I would get high,
To solve my problems.
I would leave my child.
For others to raise.
In her shoes I would expect my parents
To clean up my mess.
Never understanding the
Emotional devastation left in my wake.
In her shoes, I have little to believe in.
Trusting in nothing, Especially
Those I surround myself with.
Pain is my constant companion.
In her shoes, I would choose
drugs over family.
Leaving them in emotional distress over me.
Never once considering their pain for me.
In her shoes, the Euphoria that Crack
And Crystal Meth give me are my
Only goal. Never do I
Think of how my son feels when I leave him to get high.
In her shoes, the world
Owes ME always.
But never pays ME
What I’m due.
In her shoes, when trouble is near
I just leave it at my sister’s door.
She has no problems of her own
She’ll be okay with mine.
In her shoes, I never think about how this will
Effect her children. Both of whom are
Developmentally Challenged and need
Her daily for care.
In her shoes, Desperation and Devastation
Would follow me always.
I would always be looking over my
Shoulder for them.
In her shoes, when I die,
My last thoughts would be
Of all that I had left in my
Path… Why couldn’t I have loved myself more and drugs less?
