I'm sure everyone has heard about Michael Jackson's death. There are suspicions that he was injecting himself with Demerol daily and that that's what could've caused his cardiac arrest. They are accusing the doctor of prescribing him it and he could be arrested for man slaughter. He is also pretty much on the run which makes it more fishy. They're saying that he was prescribed Demerol after burning his hand in one of his videos. But he hasn't shot a video in so long! So if this addiction is what killed him i find that extremely sad that the artist we all grew up to is now gone due to this disease, addiction, whom so many suffer from.

My Mother Vs. Meth
©  Brittany
Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs,
I want my mother back who is this monster you have become?

I really haven't known who you are for quite a while,
But I try to act tough so I force this fake smile.

You love someone else way more than me,
Her name is Crystal Meth and I don't think she'll ever set you free.

She's had you in her hands for about 10 years,
But all of those years are nothing compared to my fear.

Fear of you lying
Fear of you dying
Fear of having so much faith in you and just being left crying.

You wrote me letters from prison and promised the sky,
More than 3 years later and nothing but lies.

Nothing but heartache, pain, and misery...
I GET IT NOW, you choose her over me.

You've told me to my face that it was drugs over me,
Even that wasn't enough to make me see.

Today you will tell me that you are clean
You give me so much hope, then tomorrow it's the same ole' dope phen.

I'm telling you now that I am through with you
This comes from my heart and every word of it's true.

I can't promise that I will be around to see
But when you get tired of that meth you will see
All along you had something way better
And it was your family

I do thank you so much for one thing
Thank you for showing me how important a good mother should be.
And to never show my children the pain that you showed me.

So, today I officially set myself free.
Because I know there's a stronger woman in me.
© Brittany, My Mother Vs. Meth Addiction Poems

Wasted Time
©  Gwen Smith
The time that I've wasted is my biggest regret. Spending time in "places" I will never forget. Just sitting and thinking about the things I have done. The crying, the laughing, the hurt and the fun.

Now, it's just me dealing with my hard-driven guilt. Behind a wall of emptiness I've allowed to be built. I'm trapped in my mind, just wanting to run, back to my youth where there's laughter and fun.

But, the chase is over and there's no place to hide. So much is gone, including my pride. With reality suddenly right in my face, I'm scared, alone and stuck in this "place".

Now, memories of the past flash through my head, and the pain is obvious by the tears that I've shed. I ask myself why and where I went wrong. I guess I was weak when I should have been strong.

Drinking to live, I'm now reaping what's sown. My feelings are lost, afraid to be shown. As I look at my past, it's so clear to see, the fear that I have, afraid to be me.

I live for the day when I'll get a new start. Fulfilling my dreams I hold deep in my heart. I know I can make it, I at least have to try, because I'm heading toward death and I don't want to die.
© Gwen Smith, Wasted Time Addiction Poems