DEAR ADDICT, YOUR TO BLAME!

The following is something I found and want to address this poem in a different manner- addressed to the addict not the dealer as I believe we are responsible for our own actions.

First is the actual writing second is my revision

Dear Dealer

I wonder, if you knew the destruction of what you do... would you stop? Would you turn your life around knowing you where saving lives and families by doing so?

If you could follow all the little bags, you exchange for cash, on their full Journey, would it make you feel remorse?

If you could see the child in fear, hiding in her older siblings bedroom while their parents fight?

If you could see the children hungry, going to school with no lunch making their own way there, because their parents had handed all their cash to you?

If you could see the children that cry themselves to sleep at night, because their parents have split up and they don't see their dad that they were once so close to, anymore?

If you could see the wife that cries, because the man she loves with all her heart has lost his way and she can't help him back?

If you could see the mother, that gave life to such a perfect child who raised and nurtured them to the best she could, who's heart now breaks as she has

to watch that child now grown, on a destructive path she cannot protect them

from no matter how hard she tries?

If you could see the father, the protector of his own family, the man that is strong, that worked hard to raise his family right and give them all they needed, the man that promised his princess the day she was born that he would never let any harm come her way so long as he was still breathing..

If you could watch that strong proud man cry uncontrollably because his little princess now grown into a beautiful woman has sold her body to a stranger for cash just to give to you?

If you could see the young man who once had a great job he was proud of, but has now lost because of the little bags he keeps buying from you, if you could see him selling all his possessions one by one he worked so hard to get, if you could see him break into the elderly ladies home while she sleeps at night, to steal whatever he can to give to you, if you could see the fear that lady lives with for the rest of her life now?

If you could see all the depression, all the pain, all the heart ache, all the hopelessness, all the fear, all the people's lives it destroys?

Dear Dealer would you stop?

My revision

Dear Addict I wonder, if you could see the destruction of what you do... would you stop? Would you turn your life around knowing you were saving yourself, saving your own life by doing so? If you could see what all the dollars you exchange for drugs could do to improve your life would it make you feel remorse? If you could see that your children are hungry, going to school with no lunch, because you used all your money and food stamps to afford your drug habit? If you could see the pain you have caused your children, if you could see them cry themselves to sleep at night, because their parents are not the same anymore, would you stop? If you could see your families pain or hear their cries, because the person they love with all their heart has lost their way and they can't help bring them back....would you stop? If you could see your partner cry because the one they love with all their heart has lost their way and can't be helped back, would you stop? If you could see your own mother, that gave life to such a perfect child who raised and nurtured you to the best she could, who's heart now breaks as she has to watch you now grown, on a destructive path that she cannot protect you from no matter how hard she tries would you stop? If you could see your father, the protector of his own family, the man that is strong, that worked hard to raise his family right and give them all they needed, the man that promised you his princess the day she was born that he would never let any harm come her way so long as he was still breathing.. If you could watch that strong proud man cry uncontrollably because his little princess now grown into a beautiful woman has sold her body to a stranger for cash just so you can catch your next high. Would you stop? Do you remember when you once had a great job you were proud of? You lost that job because of the little bags you keep buying to get high. Did you ever think about stopping then, or have you realized what you've done yet? Did you ever imagine selling all your possessions one by one you worked so hard to get or breaking into some elderly ladies home while she sleeps at night, to steal whatever you can to get your high. Did you ever think you would be the cause of the fear that lady lives with for the rest of her life? If you could see all the depression, all the pain, all the heart ache, all the hopelessness, all the fear you have inside you and your using drugs to mask the pain or all the pain you have caused, would you? Dear Addict would you stop?