My Addiction

Published: December 2020

Finding this page and reading everyone's story has helped me to face my troubles head on. When I am feeling like I need to give up I find myself here for guidance and inspiration. We have never met but I want Thank You for saving my life

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1. It's Me
- By Jacqueline A. Grieve
- Published: March 2011
Poem For Family Mourning When Addiction Leads To Death

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Hey, you guys, don't feel guilty,
It was just my time to go.
I can see you're all feeling sad,
I can see the tears still flow.

Hey, you guys, don't feel guilty,
It was just my time to go.
I can see you're all feeling sad,
I can see the tears still flow.

My life's journey ended early,
The path I chose was short.
You all tried your best to change it,
But in the end it was for me to sort.

I know I caused you sadness,
I know I caused you pain,
But I was captured by these demons,
They wouldn't set me free again.

They took away my freedom,
They took away my choice,
And when they got their hooks in,
You could hear it in my voice.

There were times I tried to fight them,
There was a time I nearly won,
But they came back and overpowered me,
I had nowhere left to run.

I haven't really left you guys,
I am closer than you know,
I will be the whisper in the wind,
I will be everywhere you go.

One day you will all forgive me
One day you will understand
And when your time on earth is done
I will be waiting to take your hand.
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2. 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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3. 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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4. 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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5. Heroin's Sister

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- By Kelsey A. Casper
- Published: April 2017
Sister's Heartfelt Poem On Brother's Battle With Heroin

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I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.

I've watched my hero

I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But I know you.

I've watched my hero
Deteriorate in search of you,
Praying for the oblivion that follows,
Jumping through obstacles of deceit,
Torture and heartbreak
For one moment of relief,
One moment of silence,
One moment of peace.

I've never flirted, danced, or played with you,
But I know you.

I've watched my brother
Stalk, hide, and run from you, all at the same time,
Not wanting to find you
But needing to
For one moment of clarity,
One moment to breathe,
One moment to escape.

I've never listened to your promises, whispers, or songs,
But I know you.

I've heard you in his screams,
Haunting his dreams.
He just wanted to be free,
But he was always getting pulled by you.

I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
But oh,
Do I know you!

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6. My Master

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- By Selena Odom
- Published: August 2010
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I have a master of an evil kind.
He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.
At first he was fun and cool,
But soon I became his fool.

I have a master of an evil kind.
He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.
At first he was fun and cool,
But soon I became his fool.
A victim without a chance,
He took my life in just a glance.
He's so sneaky and full of deceit.
I wonder why we ever had to meet.
Thanks to my master, I am now someone I hate.
I used to have a life, and it was somewhat great.
Now all I do is cheat, steal, and lie,
And then lie in bed praying to die.
Still I can't leave my master for any reason.
He's too strong and his control is never ceasin'.
He's the one I run to when I wake.
I can't rid him, even for my children's sake.
I used to be loving, caring, and enjoyed my life,
But that was before my master took me for his wife.
Everyone says I don't look like the type.
They can't picture me locked in my room smoking a pipe.
I once was a pretty girl from the South,
But now I am left with teeth rotting in my mouth.
My master says, "You'll never stay clean;
You love me too much to be happy and serene."
He loves that I don't even bother trying
And gravels when I am miserably crying.
I'm already dead really, just a shell.
My master gave me a life of pure hell.
Yes, I have a master of the most evil kind.
He took over and everything good was left behind.
He shows no mercy to religion, sex, or age.
He only searches for his next victim in which to engage.
I pray you never meet my master.
If your paths cross, run fast and then run faster.
Just in case, he goes by Meth, Crystal, or Ice,
And I am begging you to just take my advice.
No one should have to succumb to this Master of misery and shame.
Trust me, this is your life and not a game!
Nothing good will ever come from knowing this dark demon,
So don't ever try him, no matter how unbearable life is seemin'.
My master took me and broke my spirit.
So don't meet him, just don't hear it.
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7. Destined To Fly

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- By Ashley N. Hyder
- Published: April 2015
Poem About Overcoming Addiction

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I remember the day we met.
Too young to see the danger.
I didn't know the devil you were,
That you'd fill me with so much anger.

I remember the day we met.
Too young to see the danger.
I didn't know the devil you were,
That you'd fill me with so much anger.

At first you gave me comfort,
Numbed me from the pain,
But the light you gave me faded,
Brought blackness to my veins.

Your trap worked as always.
I am not the only one to fall.
So many friends forever gone now;
No one's left to call.

Dragged me to rock bottom,
Each day a life in hell anew,
Felt there was no possibility
Of breaking this dependence on you.

Every day I woke
With only you on my mind,
Desperate for your love,
More desperate for you to die.

Through time I saw you were evil.
I watched you steal my soul.
Each time I tried to get away,
You would not let me go.

Tried to scream and cry,
Eventually accepted my fate.
Everyone had tried to warn me,
And now it was too late.

Family and friends could never understand,
Couldn't hear my silent plea.
They did not want to see
The sick effect you had on me.

You locked me in a cell.
You made me freeze at night,
Made me deceive those I loved,
Made me live in constant fright.

Left broken, battered, and bruised,
My number of scars grew.
Both physical and mental,
While the number of wasted years flew.

Went through the motions like a zombie.
No longer did I see
Any type of future
In this world for me.

You erased any shred of hope
When everyone turned their backs.
Difficult to escape this dark hole and cope,
Impossible to defend against your attacks.

I knew no church, no God.
YOU, my ultimate power.
No way to know real love.
I was now a rotted, dead flower.

Then one day it happened.
Most amazing hope one moment brings,
And I decided then and there
That I would grow my wings.

No longer will you take from me
Like you have stolen all these years.
You will never take my life.
No longer will I cry these tears.

I will deal with the pain.
I will swallow all my pride.
I will deal with my life of rubble.
I'm prepared for this difficult ride.

If it kills me to leave you,
Then I will gladly die,
Because with you I'm only surviving,
And I have been destined to fly.

I will soar, laugh, and smile,
Will breathe my life once more.
I will go back to a time
Before you came knocking at my door.
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8. Letter To Meth
- By Amanda Logsdon
- Published: February 2018
Impact Of Drug Addiction On Loved Ones

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You don't know me,
and I promise you never will.
You've taken over my best friend.
His soul you're out to steal.

You don't know me,
and I promise you never will.
You've taken over my best friend.
His soul you're out to steal.

I tried to keep him away from you.
I gave him all my love.
I prayed that I could save him
with help from up above.

Since the day he met you,
he hasn't been the same.
He's confused and without reason.
He's caught up in your game.

You push and pull on his veins,
moving in and out.
You are the nightmare in the needle
he just can't live without.

You lie to him, and he believes you.
He thinks you're harmless and fun.
When he wraps you in his track marked arms,
he's playing with a loaded gun.

I don't know if my love can save him.
You've got a hold so tight,
but I've been through this all before,
and I never leave without a fight.

I believe in a mighty God, I do,
and he will win in the end.
I believe his love and mercy
will one day save my friend.

If he can learn to love himself
and extract you from his mind,
we could move on with our lives
and leave you far behind.

If I had my way right now,
you wouldn't even exist!
Go back to hell where you belong.
I bet you won't be missed.

I hate the pain you've caused my family!
I hate the way you make him feel.
You blind his eyes from the truth.
He's unable to see what's real.

You don't know me, demon.
You'll never know my name.
You don't deserve a second thought.
I'll never play your evil game.

But I know you all too well.
I know exactly who you are.
We've already been to hell and back
with you; it's not that far.

But I'll keep on fighting; God help me.
I'll keep holding on.
I'll keep praying he'll give you up
until one of you are gone.
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9. Recovering
- By Selena Odom
- Published: November 2018
Recovering From An Addiction

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I'm all alone and feel I'm smothering.
It's because of the addiction I've been covering.
Why does the chaos never cease?
All I need is just a little peace!

I'm all alone and feel I'm smothering.
It's because of the addiction I've been covering.
Why does the chaos never cease?
All I need is just a little peace!
I feel so beaten down and weak-
Yet all day long it's drugs I seek.

Today I'll try a brand new scene.
It's to my Heavenly Father I'll lean.
I prayed so hard with all my heart.
I heard Him say, "You'll have a fresh start."
For now I'm held in His hand.
Life is a lot easier to understand.
I'm not alone and no longer smothering.
I'm just an addict truly recovering.
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10. 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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11. 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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12. A Letter From Your Disease

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- By Siera
- Published: June 2010
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Hello fellow addicts I am your disease,
I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,

I will always be here no matter where you go,

Hello fellow addicts I am your disease,
I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,

I will always be here no matter where you go,
I am smarter than you and I am in control,

Family, friends, and loved ones they won't matter anymore,
I'll take everything you got and still want something more

I was there for you in the good times but mostly in the bad,
I've made you feel so happy but in the end you was always sad

You will lie to everyone and say that I ain't real,
but if that's the case why can't you put down that pill

I come in many forms, and shapes, and size
Then following comes denial, deceit, and lies

I will turn you from everyone that tries to take you from me
Together we will spend all eternity

I'll embrace you in my arms and I'll never set you free,
Spend our life together won't that make you happy,

Don't let those people tell you what I am all about,
Cause then you'll find a way; a way to kick me out

Well here I go now I'll just be on my way
but not for to much longer cause I still have much to say

So when you think I'm gone and you can finally be at ease,
Just remember this I will always be your disease.
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13. Words Of A Silent Killer
- By Jessica Eck
- Published: June 2015
Poem About Meth Controlling A Person

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You think you have control,
But I am the one who has it.
You do not, not in the least bit.
I make you cry because if I don't, then people wonder why.

You think you have control,
But I am the one who has it.
You do not, not in the least bit.
I make you cry because if I don't, then people wonder why.
You thought you were loved, but now you're lost.
I took over you mind, and that was your cost.
You are so blind; people have told you, but you didn't listen.
Now I laugh because your eyes don't even glisten.
I am the reason you cannot sleep.
I am pain that hurts so bad,
But you are in too deep.
You never knew what you had; you looked to see.
Now you're the person you're not wanting to be.
I am the reason why you can't love,
Because you don't know what's up above
You love me and no one else.
I took your life away
On that very first day.
I still have control; I am your confession.
You sold your soul to me,
Which led you into deep depression.
You'll never be free
Because you belong to me.
I long for you to relapse
As I push you down until you collapse.
I am the reason you can't look people in the eyes
Because I make you wear a disguise.
I keep you locked in a cage,
Which causes you to have a deep rage.
I made you feel unaware, and I really don't care.
I am all you fear,
Which causes you all these tears.
I am always right, so you think.
I make you so scared you cannot blink.
I took away all your trust,
Made it so you could only lust.
I don't care how you feel,
Because, between you and me, you will never heal.
I tear you down inside, which all you can do is deny.
I knew you would come to me on the day of your birth.
I took all you were ever worth.
You think you are okay, but I have something to say.
You thought you were bold.
Now you're sitting here crying, wondering why I am so cold.
I took you away from all your youth.
I also made it so you could never tell the truth.
I am the reason that causes you death.
I sneak upon and take your last breath.
Can you guess who I am?
I am Crystal Meth.
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14. Sunshine After Rain

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- By Brenda Winders
- Published: August 2011
Inspirational Poem About Addiction

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One day when I was young, I heard a knock at my door.
It sounded familiar, like I had heard it before.
I opened the door, and to my surprise,
There stood a young lady with blond hair and brown eyes.

One day when I was young, I heard a knock at my door.
It sounded familiar, like I had heard it before.
I opened the door, and to my surprise,
There stood a young lady with blond hair and brown eyes.

She said, "I have the answers; are you ready to play?"
So I grabbed my money and I said okay.
There were the answers that I had always sought.
Liquids, pills, and powders, and I bought and bought.

Then one day, my friend suddenly changed.
Her face became ugly, calloused, and deranged.
She grabbed my hand and we tore through the town.
My loved ones and friends could only watch and frown.

She kept whispering something I could only guess.
It sounded like she was repeating, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

How quickly from fun to very near death.
How quickly from one beer, to smoking crystal meth.
I thought of my family, oh what a mess,
But all I heard was screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

I had to find help; I was at my wits end.
I had lost my child, my family, and my friends.

I said, "God are you there? Can you help me, please?"
A sudden peace came over me and I fell to my knees.
God answered the riddle that so long I did guess.
Why my addiction kept screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes"

It's because I kept asking night after night
It's going to be different this time, right?

I said, "God, I'm not worth it; I feel like a jerk."
He said, "Suit up and show up; it's time to go to work."

Now it's been eight months since I had my last drink.
It's given me time to remember and think.

So I am here to tell you in this little rhyme.
Life keeps getting better one day at a time.
So when you think you are going insane.
There's always sunshine after the rain.
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15. 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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16. An Addict I'm Not
- By Randi Gray
- Published: October 2007
Poem For Those Who Love An Addict

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*An addict I'm not...

so he pushes me away
hoping I won't see it and lead him astray

*An addict I'm not...

so he pushes me away
hoping I won't see it and lead him astray

*An addict I'm not...

but I must still live the life
dealing and coping
praying one day he'll stop

*An addict I'm not...

maybe I feel it more
knowing any moment he could walk out that door

*An addict I'm not...

so I live all alone
sure he's here beside me,
but it's not him that's home

*An addict I'm not...

so I deal with his lies
the deceit and the pain
and all the tear free cries

*An addict I'm not...

thinking I could help
one day my love will be enough,
but it won't, I can tell

*An addict I'm not...

I see the pain in his heart and
the fear that grips his soul
as he grabs for his pipe,
and smokes one more bowl

*An addict I'm not...

if only he could just see
what I see in him
and know he could someday be

*An addict I'm not...

so I watch from afar
as he destroys himself
a little more each day-

Dear God, please help him
each night I'll continue to pray!

*Because an addict I'm not,

but I must watch him be

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17. 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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18. The Truth About Drugs
- By Kristy
- Published: March 2010
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I pray for the one who uses for the first time today...They wont want to leave, they'll want more so they'll stay...

They will do it for fun at first, or maybe even the high...They will like when they're using, they're far from being shy...

I pray for the one who uses for the first time today...They wont want to leave, they'll want more so they'll stay...

They will do it for fun at first, or maybe even the high...They will like when they're using, they're far from being shy...

It will start with excuses to their family, maybe even a friend...Then there isn't a rule that they won't bend...

And that's when it starts, the road to disaster...Being a liar and thief is what they will master...

It will start with denial, they'll say "I'll be fine"...But at this point it's only a matter of time...

They will lose their kids, their car, even their home if they had one...This drug brings you down, there won't be anymore fun...

They'll be out for days, weeks, or months on a binge...Getting their high from a dirty syringe...

They'll be lying and stealing, having no conscious or thinking...They are stuck in quicksand and slowly sinking...

They will try to pull up but there in too deep to pull out...There body needs it to function, that without a doubt...

They are sick with no money, no dope to get cured with...They thought the stories they heard were all just a big myth...

Now they do believe as they stand with no hope...That this is the life you'll live, if you pick up that dope...

Jails, Institutions, and Death, it's that blunt...So play with the devil if that's what you want...
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19. Good-Bye
- By Shirley J. Stankiewicz
- Published: November 2007
Battling Alcoholism

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(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind

(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind
Were wishing I was dead

My forehead covered in cold sweats
Body shakes beyond control
The endless aching in my bones
As you consumed my very soul

The minutes turned into hours
The hours turned into days
suddenly, every moment that I ever lived
Was just a smoke filled haze

As I watched my body waste away
And my life slowly coming to an end
I realized. That I was wrong
You're the devil & not my friend

So, I'm taking back what's left of my life
Not one more second will you dominate
I'll bet the strength that lives in me
You didn't anticipate

Cast you spell on someone else
Find another unsuspecting prey
I came to live, NOT to die
And my life begins TODAY...
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20. 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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My Addiction

Poems,quotes

1. It's Me

2. Because He Loves Cocaine

3. My Mother Vs. Meth

4. Husband And The Battle Of Addiction

5. Heroin's Sister

6. My Master

7. Destined To Fly

8. Letter To Meth

9. Recovering

10. Puppet On A String

11. The Voice Of Addiction

12. A Letter From Your Disease

13. Words Of A Silent Killer

14. Sunshine After Rain

15. Dear Heroin

16. An Addict I'm Not

17. Dear Addiction

18. The Truth About Drugs

19. Good-Bye

20. A Life That's Wasted