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Jan 2019
Living in digrace
Too much shame to face
So many dreams to chase
But drugs became my saving grace
The pitter patter of little feet
I thought my life was complete
I hate to admit my defeat
With drugs they couldn't compete
The laughter and the tears
Of my little dears
Should have relieved my fears
But their joy and pain fell on deaf ears
Dreams and promises were shattered
Drugs became the only thing that mattered
Now here I sit broken and battered
While my children's hearts are tattered
Fighting a battle within
Between my need for drugs and no good men
Will I ever see how to begin
To learn to live again
Written while in treatment
Written by
Regina Harrison
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