Uncle Auty
the lonesom nights of wondering if people cared.
The dreary days, when u thought no one was there.
The threats of you saying you were ending your life.
You always seemed to be on the downside.
But you were a character.
Took pride in every thing you did.
Your kids were everything,
even though a stump in the road,
you couldnt see them.
You lived life,
you made your mistakes.
But the worst mistake you made,
was going down to that place.
Drugs, were your addiction.
Your main escape.
Why did you have to leave this way?
Note: My Uncle overdosed on heroin and was a big druggie all his life he tried so hard to
make things better but it seemed like someone was always bringing him down. He went to re-
hab so many times and seemed to be getting better until he went to a drug house and we're
sure that they beat him up and gave him bad heroin. they dragged him outside and just left
him there. But i dont know. these are some
of my feelings.
Copyright © Elizabeth Lindsey | Year Posted 2010
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