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Impact of Drugs

My childhood had a severe lack of love I had to pick myself up anytime I fell Waking up from nightmares without a family to tell I've never touched them, but I've felt the impact of drugs Born into a family where being a new born being wasn't enough My cries were unheard and I was ignored when I was needing a hug It's always difficult when you're speaking about blood But I can't run from the fact I wasn't as important as needles and drugs I was just a child in foster care who felt like I was less important than drink and drugs I don't believe in it, is how I'd answer when people ask what I think of love I was told to put my hand out if I needed help, but my families hand was missing In my eyes my family chose drink and drugs over me I was too young to understand addiction Foster care saved me from having to see my brother and sister injecting smack Through every struggle and heartbreak there's a lesson attached Being taken away from your family hurts, but it was to make my life less painful It taught me that even in your nightmares you can find some angels As a teen depression took control of me and kept me locked in like a cage Foster families to children's homes, my family didn't know or care that I was self-harming with blades I'm far from perfect, but at least I'm honest about my shortcomings and flaws As a broken child, I judged you for being addicts, but by not being there you taught me I had to find my own way out of a maze Since my birth I've had to be in survival mode I put my pain on paper and hope people see it as a sign I've overcome my troubles and not a suicidal note I've made a few missteps but I couldn't allow the obstacles to rival growth Despite my childhood, I'm the only member of my family who's never touched drugs, the cycle's broke

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