I DIDN'T WRITE THIS.. I FOUND THIS AND THOUGHT IT WAS AMAZING!!

MY DAUGHTER, MY DAUGHTER  
My daughter, my daughter where did you go?
I remember those pretty dresses and bows
 
You were always a beautiful person inside and out
I always imagined you as a successful adult
 
High school was hard for you, I know this is true, because that’s when Oxy-Contin took hold and consumed you
 
I did everything I could to save you from falling, but the OC had won and its grip kept you crawling.
 
20, 40, 60, 80, meaning the street value for OC
You stole to afford because it was so costly
Sentimental things that can never be replaced
To slowly kill yourself for a temporary smile on your face
 
After you stole and sold everything for OC
You ran out of resources for its affordability.
 
Your body in pain, your skin itching and crawling
OC had taken hold and was desperately calling
 
Your buddy, your dealer, who you thought was cool
No money, no drugs was his golden rule
The little money you had, he wanted for sure
So he offered you heroin as an alternative for a quick cure
 
You allowed him to stick that needle in your vein
As a desperate measure to end the physical pain
 
Heroin has made you even more different than before
You seem empty and sad like never before
You sleep all day and get high all night
Fighting with those who love you, not caring about your life
 
Your eyes never change, they are constantly pinned
With a glaze overlay and flushing of the skin skin
 
Now you’re an addict, worse than before
Risks of AIDS, hepatitis C, and death are constantly knocking at your door.
 
True friends you gave up a long time ago
Hiding your addiction as if they didn’t know
The new friends you have will stay by your side
But will have no use for you once you stop getting high  
    
I love you so much, I wish you could see
What consumes you also consumes me
The pain you feel, I feel it too
Society has failed both me and you
 
I’ll be here what else can I do?
I’ve tried tough love and I still can’t get through
If I had known what this drug OC could do
My imagined successful adult just may have come true
 
My daughter, my daughter where did you go?
To another rehab facility to get back your soul
Today I imagine your life will be complete
Struggling no more with drugs from the street
 
My hopes of you being successful doesn’t matter anymore
I’d rather see you drug-free and happy, than have death at your door
 
To all the addicts out there, understand this
There are people that love you, who constantly wish
That society will acknowledge you have a disease
By funding more programs to keep you drug-free
 
To all who have read this, please take care
Drugs just aren’t worth this endless nightmare
 
Love,
Mom advocating for change

This is so sad

You can totally feel the mother's pain in this poem it's so depressing, and to think this is happening to thousands and thousands of families.

Whenever you think of an addict you think about how badly they're messing up their lives and you feel sorry for them. I know for me I never once thought about how the parents may feel. My mother blames her self for every little thing I do wrong, I know if I were ever an addict she would also blame herself and she would spend the whole time just thinking of things that she could've done to prevent it when its not her fault at all. I feel really bad for that mother and I hope her daughter makes her proud someday.