Heroin knows no boundaries. It used to be the junkie in the alley with the track marks up and down their arms. That was thanks to Nancy Regan and the Just Say No campaign. Heroin addicts today are a functioning part of society. More and more addicts are what are called a "functioning addict". People that came from loving homes with very loving parents. People of all ages, races and economic backgrounds...Stay at home moms that take their children to school and run a household, attorneys, doctors, even your next door neighbor. Again I am doing this blog in honor of Breezy. I want to help addicts. Help find them rehabs. Introduce them to support groups and just be here for them. If you know someone that needs help, please send them my way. I am very non-judgemental and will make no assumptions. Since the death of my daughter I have researched heroin, joined many support groups myself, and became educated on what to do and say to an addict. Although I did this research too late to help my daughter, I have it now to help someone else.

Dear Heroin

This is an awesome poem I found and I wanted to share it. Lethal Love Letters (Dear Heroin) Dear Heroin, My name is Nicole and I'm writing to you Because I've heard of some stories of what you can do I heard you can stop me from feeling insane I heard you have powers That can take away all the pain So I have come knocking I stand here today Hello Heroin-please show me the way! Dear Nicole, Yes, it is true I feel quite serene I am the answer- If you know what I mean! You'll shoot through the sky You'll feel like you're soaring When you shoot me Life will no longer seem boring I'll take you to places that you want to go I'll put on a master piece-the world's finest show! With all of this magic that I possess But, I promise my dear you won't become too obsessed Here I am now, standing at your door. Try me just once, I promise nothing more I'm signing out now, but here's just a taste I promise you this; not one drop will you waste Yours, always, forevermore This is Heroin here, on the step of your door. Dear Heroin, I gave you a shot! Yes, I did today! Hell I gave you a shot-right in my vein And you were on point, with what you said I no longer feel empty, I no longer feel dead As you seep through my veins I sit here pensive My peace is so priceless, my serenity is extensive I feel like a Queen in some screwed* up strange place No longer these demons-do I have to face So I ask of you Heroin Just to visit once more Come visit again, just knock at the door! Dear Nicole, Welcome my child! You are now my posession! The demon's within you- I will be your obsession Exorcism is not Even an OPTION You're stuck with me now And, I just can't be forgotten I seep through your veins I claw at your skin You can fight the battle But, you will NEVER win! When you think that it's over And, you think that you've won You will find out my dear That the battle's just begun A fight to the death As I take over your soul With me in your system I am all that you'll know I'll rape you of everything That you though you knew I'll brainwash your mind And, you won't have a clue You'll be left in a corner Of darkness and grief I'll be your religion Your one and only true belief Here I am child And, now you are my whore, As I patiently sit Waiting at your door. Once again it's Heroin, forevermore. Dear Heroin, How could you do this? I can't even breathe It's like I am dying I can't think I can't see Save me from dying I scream right out loud I see all the faces But you stand out in the crowd I muster the strength to try to get up and just leave But it's like without you I can't even breathe! So I fall down to my feet And I beg for some mercy But, it's like I am stuck Or like somebody has cursed me Who now can save me From this cycle of destruction? From this world that I now live in And, I just keep getting stuck in Goodbye Heroin, please don't reply. Goodbye Heroin, I don't want to die. Dear Nicole, You're threatening to leave me? This must be a joke This must be a game Or a trick or a hoax You cannot go-just try for a day I am your sanity I am the ONLY way! Your bones they will throb Your stomach will rot Your heart will be broken If you try to stop! You'll feel like you're dying For days at a time You'll just keep on crying If you are no longer mine I've got your soul I've seduced you sweetheart Just give it up now You were mine from the start So here I am sweetie, Still sitting at your door- Yep, it's Heroin darling, forevermore. Dear Heroin, I thought I would leave you But, you were all that I needed I tried to just leave you I begged and I pleaded But, I gave in again To your seductive power And now I sit in filth In desperate need of a shower To cleanse me of all The pain and the guilt I sit like a rose That's dead and dose wilt But, Heroin, I'm telling you; I must fight back I cannot do this I'm in full attack I'm taking my life I'm standing up now I swear I will do it I'll do it somehow And if I open my door And you're still standing there I swear to you Heroin; I will no longer care I'm over this twisted Love-Hate AFFAIR And, I'm killing you NOW So please be aware! Goodbye Heroin, I'm saying GOODBYE I want to live- SO IT'S YOU WHO MUST DIE! © copyright 2010 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi

I am starting this blog in honor of my daughter.  I have never done a blog before so I'm not quite sure how to do it but, here is my attempt.  My 24 year old Breana, we called her Breezy, was a very intelligent child.  She graduated at the top of her class with a 5.0 GPA.  She took college courses in high school and received more credit for the classes.  When Breezy graduated from high school she was working for two prominent attorneys and decided she wanted to move out to start her adult live.  So at 19 years old she got her first apartment and was doing very well.  Soon after she moved out she was introduced to drugs and very quickly became addicted to heroin.  At first she was smoking it but it didn't take long for her to move to injecting it.  She lost her home, her job, and her family.  We let her move back home many times but she would start using again. We were trying to do tough love thinking that if she hit rock bottom she would quit.  She lived in her vehicle and when she was pulled over for expired tags and her car was impounded she lived on the streets.  She became very good at pan handling.  She was an absolutely beautiful young woman and it wasn't hard for her to get the money she needed for her next high.  She also pawned everything she owned and then started stealing to have things to pawn.  I bailed her out so many times.  Paid off her pawned items to get them back, let her come back home and she would start stealing from us.  Again she would get kicked out.  After 6 long years Breezy was arrested and spend time in jail.  Part of her release included intensive outpatient therapy and rehab. She completed these programs and was finally in recovery.  In October 2012, we allowed her to move back home.  She enrolled in school and was pulling off a 4.0 GPA.  We were drug testing her every week, no one was allowed to know where she lived and we monitored her activity very closely.  March 14th I took Breezy to court.  She received some very bad news about her daughter and was told that she would have to pay child support.  She was devastated and didn't know how she was going to pay since she wasn't working and was focusing on school.  When we got home she said she was going to take a nap and when she got up she would clean her room.  I thought nothing of this as she napped regularly.  A few hours later her alarm clock went off and she wasn't turning it off.  I went into her room and found her lying next to her bed.  She was actually sitting on her knees and folded over.  I shook her to wake her up but she didn't respond.  I picked her up to find her with blue lips and no heart beat.  In her hand was the syringe she had used to shoot up for the very last time.  She was DEAD!  This was the worst day of my life.  I am doing this blog because if I could change the live of just one person her death wouldn't be in vain for me.  I am here for anyone fighting this addiction.