Dead At 14

Two years ago my son died from smoking Crack. He's gone forever and nothing can bring him back. He said he had a problem that he thought he should mention. But I was too busy making money to pay any attention. I was greedy and now my only son is gone. I failed him as a father, how can I go on? My boy was only forteen years old when he died. I should've been there for him but I never even tried. His death ruined my life and it ended my marriage as well. Now as I sit by his grave, I cry because my life is pure hell. Please trust me when I say that Crack is something you shouldn't try. It's a very dangerous drug and if you use it, you may die. (Even though this is a fictional poem, Crack really is a very dangerous drug. It can kill.)