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21. This Last Dance
- By Lanae
- Published: September 2009
Cocaine Is My Sweetest Friend

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My sweetest friend has gone away
The price of love, I cannot pay
In times of need, my darkest hour
'Twas YOU my friend, to whom I'd cower

My sweetest friend has gone away
The price of love, I cannot pay
In times of need, my darkest hour
'Twas YOU my friend, to whom I'd cower
You took me up and made me see
The other side of reality
You've shown me worlds where time stands still
and revealed the gap that only you can fill
where love is none and friends are few
It's there you've shown what you really do
You've blinded my eyes to all the pain
but my heart you've killed, and my soul you've drained
You've stolen my life and you've taken my friends
And I feel like it's time for this journey to end
But no matter the pain you've caused me to feel
The money you've stolen or the people you've killed
I'll always remember the good times we shared
The places you took me and the way that you cared
So we'll take this last dance, and then we'll dance no more
I'll miss you my friend, forevermore.
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22. Because He Loves Cocaine

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- By Melissa Scott
- Published: August 2009
Dad Is An Addict

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I can see it in his eyes
when he comes creeping in.
He's been somewhere he promised me
he'd never go again.

I can see it in his eyes
when he comes creeping in.
He's been somewhere he promised me
he'd never go again.
He thinks that I won't know it.
He thinks that I can't tell.
But he forgets how many times
he's put me through this hell.
The deceit is never-ending.
The betrayal. Silly lies.
How can he even sit there
and look me in the eyes?
I've cried so many tears.
I feel all alone.
He's sitting right beside me,
but he's not really home.
This drug has taken over him.
It's eating up his soul.
It's made his heart so ugly.
Black, like a piece of coal.
I try to stand beside him.
I try to give him love.
I beg him to love me more than it,
but I'm not good enough.
This burden is so heavy.
I cannot tell my friends.
I pray to God to help him.
I pray it someday ends.
Please God hear me praying.
Please God help him soon.
We have a little baby
who thinks he hung the moon.
He is just 8 months old
and I think it would be sad,
If a kid as great as him
has to grow up without a dad.
But his daddy is slowly dying.
Killing himself, without a care.
I wish that he could understand
that this just isn't fair.
I have no happiness anymore.
It's killing me as well.
We always fight. We never laugh.
We only scream and yell.
This is our lives he's tearing apart.
It's not a funny game.
It's destroyed our family and killed our love.
Because he loves "Cocaine."
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23. Husband And The Battle Of Addiction

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- By Julie
- Published: August 2009
Wife Of An Addict Poem

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The words that have yet been spoken,
the things I need to say
to voice what's within my heart,
I just can't find a way.

The words that have yet been spoken,
the things I need to say
to voice what's within my heart,
I just can't find a way.

I've fought with my emotions,
I've held them deep inside.
I didn't want to face what for so long
you've tried to hide.

I've been lost within the dark
for so long I've seen no light.
Holding on to the memory
of a time when things were right.

I've looked upon your face
and seen the sadness in your eyes,
the battle of addiction
you no longer can disguise.

I've prayed to find the answers
of what I myself must do.
And I've prayed for the strength to fight
through the hell that I go through.

I've held on for so long,
but I can no longer watch you die.
I cannot fight this for you,
but Lord knows how I've tried.

It's just so hard to watch the ones you love
slowly slip away.
That's why I just blocked it out
and held onto yesterday.

I don't have all the answers
or the power to save your soul.
You're broken, lost and lonely,
and I cannot make you whole.

This fight is yours and yours alone
no matter what I do,
for I cannot save you.
The only one who can is you.
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24. A Life That's Wasted
- By Josselyn Jackman- Williams
- Published: April 2009
Heroin

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a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
he knows he's been fighting this addiction too long

a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
he knows he's been fighting this addiction too long

he says he's sorry
he says he'll try
he thinks of a prayer and looks up to the sky

it hurts so much
he just can't stop
he shoots the drugs until he drops

he drops his hopes
he drops his spirit
his soul cries out, you just can't hear it

a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
the results of heroin - he just couldn't move on

he slowly lets go
he is slowly dying
he takes his last breaths and quickly starts crying

his life is gone now,
wasted away
the day his life ends, today is the day
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25. Time To Face Facts
- By Hope
- Published: March 2009
When A Friend Is An Addict

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You left loving friends
Out in the cold
All because addiction
Had taken hold

You left loving friends
Out in the cold
All because addiction
Had taken hold

Friends that still care
You left behind
Still they tried to help
But you declined

Saying you were fine
While living a lie
Mets leads to death
Get help or die

Friends through it all
We remain true
Taking the next step
Depends on you

Its time to face facts
Get back on track
So we can celebrate
Having you back

Hope ©2007
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26. My Darling Heroin
- By Emma
- Published: February 2009
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The first day I tried you,
You became my new best friend, my lover and my soul mate!
You took my hand, faded my pain, there was a smile for once.
It felt good to be around you,

The first day I tried you,
You became my new best friend, my lover and my soul mate!
You took my hand, faded my pain, there was a smile for once.
It felt good to be around you,
That numbness you gave me was all that I wanted!
So I let you in, let you stick around,
Coz without you the joys I felt in life just disappeared.
Was that you, maybe it was me,
No I needed you,
Thank God you were there,
My darling Heroin!

You made me feel strong again,
So I thought that I would cope without you,
But you wouldn't let me leave.
You started to make me cry, caused me pain that I never felt before.
I pushed you away, but you just kept pulling me back in.
You weren't my friend, lover or soul mate,
You're the ENEMY!
I realized it to late.
You held me in, pulling me harder and harder;
I couldn't walk out on you no more,
You were making me weaker,
This made you stronger,
I was craving you more and more,
I couldn't understand it? I thought you were helping me!
My darling Gear

I lost my way but, but I just can't blame you it was me to!
I tried to leave you,
But you pulled me back in harder and faster, body and soul!
I chose this destructive path, I was lonely and down.
I agree you did take that all away,
But look at the consequences!
I lost everything that I ever had,
I lost my dignity; I was starting to hurt myself!
I hurt my family and the ones who loved and cared the most!
But yet again I got down, instead of asking for help,
I caved in even more,
And you pulled me in harder than ever before.
I embraced you,
What a fool I was
My soul binding smack

Now I have made a choice,
At last to walk away!
Its time for you to leave my addictive body, veins and mind.
Why do you keep fighting me?
Trying to force your way back to me,
WHY?
But its time to make eminence with myself,
Its time to take control!
I got my fight back; you got to leave now,
Time to say goodbye!!
So, so long, farewell my loving heroin,
You've done your worse,
You degrading smack
You locked me in a cage and took the key,
But this time I am fighting back
Now I have the key!
I'm walking away, locking you in that cage,
The cage of addiction, destruction and pain.
Goodbye my darling Heroin
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27. Puppet On A String
- By Michelle Meece
- Published: February 2009
Poem To My Meth Addict Husband

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You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough.
I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.
Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine.

You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough.
I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.
Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine.
I just can't seem to help you, can't break you away.
I've tried to cut the strings so you could walk away.
But without this attachment, your so-called support,
Your body goes limp and collapses to the floor.
I can't lift you up, you fall right back down.
Your body is like dead weight on the ground.
I wish I could pull you to safety so you could be free.
It's so hard to watch you be a puppet on a string.

I'm figuring out that I can't do this anymore.
You have to let me go, I need to walk out the door.
I've been in entrapment, under lock and key
With your love that's pushed me to insanity.
Step aside, you must let me through.
My heart's taken enough abuse.
You have become someone I don't want to know.
There's no other choice; I really have to go.
You can make it okay because you can always pretend
Whatever you want when the strings lift you back up again.

You attempt to burn the past away
While everything you loved melts away.
Your new life has taken what was once my place.
Tomorrow you can't always fix your mistakes.
You have a million reasons, always an excuse.
And most of all it's precious time that you abuse.
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28. Till Meth Do We Part
- By Lowell Aguirre
- Published: December 2008
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I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.

I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.
No matter what I'm going through, I know she's always there.
Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair.
When I'm with her, I'm invincible, having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies, so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely, so much I've wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again,
No one understands unless they've been through where I've been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may, either prison life or death,
Nothing will ever break this bond of love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life, I bid farewell goodbye.
But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I'll be HIGH!
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29. The Queen Of Pain
- By Ronald Doe
- Published: December 2008
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The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.

The Queen of Pain,
Her Royal "Highness".
An Evil Dictator,
Who doesn't care less.
If a faithful servant,
Who worships her throne.
Dies like a pauper,
In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,
Makes bowing enticing.
And honoring her,
Seem so inviting.
Each faithful servant,
Is lead by the "arm".
And "stuck" in a Kingdom,
Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,
The Almighty Fraud.
A flirtatious wink,
Followed up by a "nod".
A "pointed" smile,
A shortness of breath.
A devious laugh,
As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,
A villain and knave.
A Master of Lies,
Who loves to enslave.
But each faithful servant,
Can put an end to her reign.
By refusing to bow,
To The Queen of Pain.
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30. My Mother Vs. Meth
- By Brittany
- Published: November 2008
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Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
I want my mother back; who is this monster you have become?

I really haven't known who you are for quite a while,

Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
I want my mother back; who is this monster you have become?

I really haven't known who you are for quite a while,
But I try to act tough, so I force this fake smile.

You love someone else way more than me.
Her name is Crystal Meth, and I don't think she'll ever set you free.

She's had you in her hands for about 10 years,
But all of those years are nothing compared to my fear.

Fear of you lying,
Fear of you dying,
Fear of having so much faith in you and just being left crying.

You wrote me letters from prison and promised the sky.
More than 3 years later and nothing but lies.

Nothing but heartache, pain, and misery...
I GET IT NOW; you chose her over me.

You've told me to my face that it was drugs over me.
Even that wasn't enough to make me see.

Today you will tell me that you are clean.
You give me so much hope, then tomorrow it's the same ole' dope phen.

I'm telling you now that I am through with you.
This comes from my heart and every word of it is true.

I can't promise that I will be around to see,
But when you get tired of that meth, you will see.
All along you had something way better,
And it was your family.

I do thank you so much for one thing.
Thank you for showing me how important a good mother should be
And to never show my children the pain that you showed me.

So, today I officially set myself free
Because I know there's a stronger woman in me.
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31. Dear Addiction

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- By Zeb Edington
- Published: October 2008
Inspiring Change For Addicts

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I'm writing this to you,
Telling you we're through.
I can't take you anymore,
Don't know what I liked you for.

I'm writing this to you,
Telling you we're through.
I can't take you anymore,
Don't know what I liked you for.
All you did was wear me out.
Now I know what you're all about.

You came to me with promise and joy,
Now look at all the things you destroy.
Families, lives, bank accounts, you see.
You ruined it all with one little tease.
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal.

Why can't you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I'll never find?
Everyone at home doesn't understand
How you rip me apart then lend me a hand.
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I'll make you my bride.

Then I sit and wonder why,
Why do you really want me to die?
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you'll help them through.
Then they fall for your lending hand,
Only to realize you're nothing but a scam.

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell.
You ruined my life and then wished me well.
Watch me now as I go on my way.
I'm washing myself of all your pain.
So you and your power can just leave me be.
I'm taking my life and setting it free.
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32. I'm Your Disease
- By Jodi
- Published: October 2008
Fighting An Eating Disorder

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Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.

Shaking and trembling is what I feel,

Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.

Shaking and trembling is what I feel,
purging my thoughts is how I heal.

Feelings of emptiness that have no depth.
Disappointment climbs the walls inside my chest.

You've lied to me all these years,
holding in the pain that has caused so many tears.

You think you're strong, but I make you weak.
I know the truth you're looking to seek.

You thought you had control over me all these years.
I'm your friend when you looked into your mirror.

You think you can forget me and run and hide.
I'm the only one who has stuck by your side.

I've given you comfort and relief.
Why now do you treat me like a thief.

I've stolen from you your sense of pride,
not letting you see that you are beautiful on the inside.

I've come to steal your strength and health.
Don't look to me to give you wealth.

You've been fighting this battle all alone.
Haven't you figured it out that you can't do this on your own?

This has been our secret for so long.
Do you have the courage to make you strong?

I'm the monster you won't admit,
afraid that now you'll have to commit.
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33. Dear Heroin
- By Summer Sager
- Published: August 2008
Poem About Overcoming A Drug Addiction

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I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

At this point in time I didn't know who or what you turned me into,
But you made it impossible to get through days without you.

You had control of my body now, and if I didn't choose you,
you made me feel so sick to where I was helpless, not knowing what to do.

By now I started doing the things I swore I would never do,
lying and stealing off the people who didn't mean a thing to you.

You had me convinced that throughout my life you were determined to stay,
that I did not have that option of turning and walking away.

Before you know it, everyone I loved saw this side of me that was hurting them inside.
Every time they questioned, I did what you taught me to do...lie.

I wanted to let you go and get you out of my way,
so scared to tell someone, imagining what they would say.

Don't want to be judged, it was a decision I would have to make,
but I've wasted so much time; it was a little too late.

Being put in jail was something I knew it was going to come down to,
but it made me free of relief knowing that I could not get to you.

It was a struggle but a worthwhile fight
because now I am in control and you are out of my life.

Being sober turned me into the person I've always wanted to be,
and that was the one day you were praying I would never see.

Now I am doing the good things I never imagined myself to do,
and proudly I can say I am doing them without you.
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34. Show Me The Way
- By Darinka Farrow
- Published: August 2008
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If only they knew, the pain I'm going through!
I remember when I had fun,
Felt like I was loved by every one.
I had energy to burn

If only they knew, the pain I'm going through!
I remember when I had fun,
Felt like I was loved by every one.
I had energy to burn
So many things to learn
And every now and then
I believed I'll overcome this pain.
In the deepest of the night
Forgetting all my pride
I pushed the loved ones aside
Driving round in frenzy, swerving in pain
Just one more hit, to make me good again
Down the steep embankment, loosing all control
Slamming down the brakes, my car began to roll
Trapped in my own wreckage, unable to move
Underneath the cars frame, pinned inside the groove
By the wreck on Highway that stole my life away
Stood a loving Angel and I heard him say
This is your final journey from vast and distant trail
I'm taking you to heaven on my wings you'll sail

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35. Meth User
- By Amber Hay
- Published: August 2008
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In your everyday life you search for glory.
I'm addicted to meth and here is my story.
I went to high school just like you did.
I even had three kids,

In your everyday life you search for glory.
I'm addicted to meth and here is my story.
I went to high school just like you did.
I even had three kids,
but still I lacked confidence; I was sick to death,
so at the age of 20 I was introduced to meth.
I snorted a line.
Little did I know how my world would unwind.
I was spending all my cash on dope.
It wasn't long till I lost all hope
I was wheelin' and dealin', breakin' even at best
I was paying my dealer and doing the rest.
The relationship with my kids suffered the most
I was doing so many drugs; we weren't even close.
Now I'm locked up, cold sober.
I have the chance to start all over
I'm going to take the chance to have a life.
I'm going to start over as Joe Hay's wife.
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36. Drugs Are My Best Friend
- By Sasha
- Published: July 2008
Breaking The Chains Of Addiction Poem

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Another lonely day
For me to get through
I need to find my way
But that's hard to do.

Another lonely day
For me to get through
I need to find my way
But that's hard to do.
Sobriety hurts so bad
I wish to forget
But I gave it all I had
I knew I couldn't handle it.
I need to find a high
And ride it 'til the end
Without it I can't get by
Drugs are like my best friend.
They pick me up when I'm low
And at times gives me hope
They help the real me to show
And even help me cope.
They never let me down
And they never tell a lie
They take away my frown
And help me to get by.
Drugs are like my best friend
When I'm left all alone
On them I'll always depend
Because I'm scared of the unknown.
It's been a hell of a ride
But now it must end
I know deep down inside
Drugs aren't my best friend.

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37. No Stem Or Needles For Me Anymore
- By Denise
- Published: July 2008
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No stem or needles for me anymore.
No need to buy any rigs or chore.
Collapsed veins were my biggest fear.
When I'm sick and shaking no need for tears.

No stem or needles for me anymore.
No need to buy any rigs or chore.
Collapsed veins were my biggest fear.
When I'm sick and shaking no need for tears.
No calls from the dope man asking, "You all good?"
For I am changing and won't be that fool.
My inside was decaying and dying inside
With nobody special to call to confide.
I have met so many special women who have changed my life.
I never want to go back to that drug infested life.
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38. The Needle
- By Trey
- Published: April 2008
Poem On Trying To Stop Drug Addiction

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why do I think putting this needle in my vein
is going to take away the pain
is avoiding my issues just going to make them go away
or are they still going to be there when my high is gone the next day

why do I think putting this needle in my vein
is going to take away the pain
is avoiding my issues just going to make them go away
or are they still going to be there when my high is gone the next day
this upper is my downer but I'm already down
can I get any lower
I'm lower than the ground
why is getting back on my feet so hard
the pain to my body is nothing for I am emotionally scarred
why does it feel like when I'm sober I'm high
but when I'm high I feel sober
why can't this affliction just stop and be over
I ruined my teenage life to this point
I lied when I said nothing more was to come of that joint
weed was gateway drug for me
then came sherm, ex,and pcp
but the needle felt so right.
so did wrapping the belt around my arm so tight,
my high came fast and with out any pain,
but my once sunny days are nothing but rain,
but that's my fault and I messed up bad.
rehab couldn't stop me,
I wanted to get high,
but I do what every addict does,
I cheat steal and lie,
so now I'm out and free,
but this euphoric rush I crave has taken yet another member of my family,
now I sit around thinking to my self " DAMN"
I'm On the outs and I'm still feeling bad,
but my life is now in my hands so I should be glad...
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39. The Voice Of Addiction

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- By Carrie Roush
- Published: March 2008
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Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And I've watched you pace the halls.

Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And I've watched you pace the halls.

Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.

Thank you for your invention.
I'll be sure not to leave your side.
We'll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there's no use trying to hide.

I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But you cannot be angry with me.
I am you own self-conviction.

I bet you feel rather stupid,
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at manipulation.
You'll never escape my trap.

How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
For he and I are one in the same.
God has completely abandoned you,
So you might as well stay in the game.

Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and make an attempt.
Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.

I guess you think you're special.
But your sobriety has only lasted a year.
I'm still around every corner,
In the back of your mind.
I'm your greatest fear.

I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
Twenty years from now you may falter,
And I'll be the first thing that comes to mind.

A vicious cycle, that's what you're thinking,
But I'm only speaking the truth.
I'm Satan's weapon of mass destruction.
The silent killer of America's youth.

It's genius when you think of it.
Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war.
But what the fools don't realize
Is every day Armageddon walks through their front door.
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40. Stopping Addiction
- By ESMERELDA
- Published: March 2008
Become A Truly Mindful Mother And Wife

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I have nothing to say
to you anymore.
I'm taking my life back
and shutting the door.

I have nothing to say
to you anymore.
I'm taking my life back
and shutting the door.
You've taken from me
God's image of me.
I'm letting you go
and I want to be free.
I won't go on hating
from inside my heart.
It's time to step up
and make a new start.
I want to stop hurting.
It seems so unfair.
But I have to find me.
I'm in here somewhere.
I can't do it with YOU.
You're no good in my life.
Without YOU I can become
a truly mindful mother and wife.
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My Addiction - Page 2

21. This Last Dance

22. Because He Loves Cocaine

23. Husband And The Battle Of Addiction

24. A Life That's Wasted

25. Time To Face Facts

26. My Darling Heroin

27. Puppet On A String

28. Till Meth Do We Part

29. The Queen Of Pain

30. My Mother Vs. Meth

31. Dear Addiction

32. I'm Your Disease

33. Dear Heroin

34. Show Me The Way

35. Meth User

36. Drugs Are My Best Friend

37. No Stem Or Needles For Me Anymore

38. The Needle

39. The Voice Of Addiction

40. Stopping Addiction