Pop, And Drop Poem by Kayla Fuller

You pop them pills
you can't even pay the bills

you only think of yourself
you have 3 kids, who care care for themselfs

you come home drunk from work
you lurk around, head straight to your room to do more pills

you don't even try to get help
what kind of person wouldn't want to

who are you?
do you not think things through?

you say your gona stop
but ill i see is you shoting up
more and more

til that one day when fate came and took you away
kids in foster care
where they dont bare a chance at a normal life

moving from place to place
changing schools every couple of months

getting into trouble
following your foot steps

til one day when fate will come and take them away.