I love my son. I would do anything for him. I want him safe. I want him to be happy. I want him to be loved. I see other sons his age and I feel jealous. I see them productive. My son is addicted to drugs. He lies to me. He doesn't seem to care. He has chose a bad life. I am worried for him. I pray he gets well. I feel sad and hopeless. I want to believe in him. I am scared. I made him move out because i dont want to live with an addict again. Worrying about what I might find when I get home. I don't want to help his addiction. I want him to feel the consequences so he will make a change. I know if I try to fix him, I will just be dissappinted over and over, but I still feel so sad. I know he is a good person. Hes beautiful and funny. Hes smart and my baby. I mourn for him. I want a miracle.