life with a drug addict
get up early, take kids away
rush off to work
get home, cook and clean everyday

help the kids with school work
sports, send them out to play
before the drug addict gets home
pray he doesnt come home today

when he walks through the door
starts to holler and cuss
hitting, throwing things
making accusations at us

holes in the walls
children crying
broken toys and hearts
inside dying

finally getting to bed
to be awoken at midnight
hes out of drugs
so wants to fight

getting up and dressed
have to take the kids
run out get him some
he stays home all hid

cant leave them home
alone with him
if they shall awake
he might hurt them

getting what he demands
just to have peace
still not enough for him
cant get help from the police

he sits and does his drugs
for awhile
comes to bed
with a big stupid smile

says hes horny
demands i give in
i hate his touch
hate this life iv lived in

i hate his voice
i hate his smell
i hate him near me
but he cant tell

then his cock doesnt work
but blames me
its his drugs
but, he doesnt see

my kids are hurting
this life they live in
i died inside
but one day, awoke again

taking my kids
moving far away
leaving it all behind
so we see another day

this is only part of things
a lot more went on
but
now i am gone

it couldve been a lot worse
like being killed or sitting in jail
but now im alive and free from him
to tell this tale

sandy nobody

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-with-a-drug-addict/