Let me tell you about the sad life of a sad addict.

She still seeks it, even when she has it.

And when she’s had it, she wishes that she hadn’t.

But when the sun rises, she’s right back at it.

She’s not addicted to the drug.

She’s addicted to the escape.

Depression is her catalyst,

and it’s fueling her mistakes.

For those who care to unravel it,

they’ll soon be able to see her fate.

A long, dark, and winding path.

She’s lost all vision and heading towards a crash.

When it’s all said and done,

she’ll have gotten what she wanted.

The death to her depression,

and another wasted lesson.

She chose it first, and it chose her last.

A downward spiral that happened all too fast.

Love is lost, and love is broken.

Her wants and needs will forever go unspoken.

It takes strength to tell another;

even more to ask for help.

Release the burdens of a mother,

and all the pain she has felt.

An impossible task, perhaps out of reach.

With the right support,

addiction might be beat.

Stay clear, stay healthy, and stay wise.

You’ll never know when there won’t be a next time.