Why is it so valuable to you
Don't you have a clue

Is it that important more so than me
Little white dust that's all I see
God to you nothing to me

I hear you in the room next to my own
Snorting sounds but I don't think your alone
I hear someone else
Someone unknown

Living in poverty to feed your addiction
Starving dehydrating the pain your afflicting

Two kids but you cast them aside
To family members so you can try to hide
Who you really are inside

Then one day I come home
Your not there
I get a call on the phone

The cops had came and went
The ambulance took you
And you were sent

Away for a while
While I was taken away
Thrown into a pile

Of problems you created
None were my own but still I was fated

To deal with them
Screaming on the inside

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide

So I sat and I cried
While you went and lied
Trying to get me back on your side

Still I always wondered why?

Rodney Quills

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-13/