My Life
By MD
Did you ever do push ups
And it seem like you don’t get bigger?
Have you ever spoke
And it feel like no one is listening?
You ever want to learn
And there is no teacher?
Well, I have
It’s not fun
So I turned to the street
And thought I found love
All I found was a game
That can’t be changed
There was no love
And u must play for keeps
In my eyes
There was more dying than living
More crying than smiling
More sad than happy
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I know what it’s like to feel invisible and as if no one could care less if I were there, I have felt like no listens to me, and I know what it’s like to feel alone, I used to cry more than smile, now I smile more than I cry. I hope things get better.
I just found your blog. I’m an X heroin addict of 18 yrs. with 4 yrs. sober 11-04-2012. I know what it’s like to be in that world and then try to find your place in this world. Some people are just plain a***h*** about it. In my case and other female felons’ case SOME of the non-criminal women really give us a hard time and think we are just plain whores and joke about the hell we went through and/or are still going through. I’m in college now to become a drug counselor. Plus I’m trying to come up with ways to help the women felons. The treatment I received from some forum members spurred me to go in that direction. This is an excellent thing for the people in prison!! They and this blog have a new follower and fan 😉
Congratulations on your sobriety and for taking a crappy lot, and using it to help others. Your story, and the others sharing here are an inspiration. Stay strong (and focused) and continue to overcome every day! God Bless!
This poem is emotional and I like the story behind it. To really grow you have to keep pushing because you won’t see improvement the first day. You will make it much longer than the rest of the people that try new things because most people give up before they see improvement. Yes, I feel that I speak sometimes and no one is listening to me (I feel like this happens to me a lot). I also have taught myself when there is no teacher because I am actually interested in something on my own. One sad memory can cover up a week of happy ones, that’s just how we think. You got this and remember the best is yet to come!