Drug Abuse Poem

Poem By A Recovering Addict

I am a recovering addict. When I was in rehab I decided to sit and write a poem about the steps I went through that made me realize I needed help. I wouldn't never wish addiction on anyone.

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I drink and do drugs every day. I embarrass myself on a regular basis. I get wasted and out of control. My physical appearance has gone downhill. I was known for being beautiful. Now I can...

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Published: February 2009

Crystal was once my friend
She was always there for me
Whenever I was in need
She helped me through my ups and downs
And whenever I wore a frown
I thought we would always be friends
Until one day I realized I was stuck with her forever
She tore me apart
she took everything I had
She put me on the street with nothing but a garbage bag
she turned me family away from me
when I was with her I felt free
She made me think she was all I had
I didn't realize my life was getting so bad
She promised me I was good in her hands
She took away all my hope
And now she is what I need to cope
She made me feel so loved
Then one day I couldn't find her
I then realized she was a liar
she promised me things and I believed her
All she really did was promise to ruin my life
She took my family and now I'm alone
I guess now I am on my own
She left me with nothing but an empty glass pipe
Now I live in poverty with no one in sight
I think to myself with I ever get my family back
Will I ever live a good life again
Crystal is no longer my friend
She is my worst enemy
Now that you have heard what she has done to me.
Run away form this devil
Don't let this Bitch bring you down
One hit and your done
So my advice to you is run.



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  • Sara Cinq by Sara Cinq
  • 1 year ago

I drink and do drugs every day. I embarrass myself on a regular basis. I get wasted and out of control. My physical appearance has gone downhill. I was known for being beautiful. Now I can barely bring myself to bathe. My hair is in mats. My arms have pick marks. I have huge dark circles. I used to have friends. Now I'd rather be alone. I don't know what to do. I'm going to lose it all, and I can feel it slipping away every time I pick up that bottle or that drug.

  • Bethany Johnson by Bethany Johnson, Albuquerque NM
  • 5 years ago

Wow, that touched my heart. My mom is a drug addict and she and I used to be best friends with Crystal. I never thought I'd do it, because of my mom doing it. but then I found myself doing with her , that's the most biggest regret I have. It made me and my mom so close , but I won't EVER go back to that bitch. I've been sober 15 months. Congratulations on getting away from her, its not worth it!!!

  • Wanda E. Reno by Wanda E. Reno, NV
  • 6 years ago

Wow! That poem really hit home! I am a recovering meth addict and have been clean for 6 years, After reading this, I couldn't help but think about what the drug did to my life. It took me to some dark places. Places where I never again want to be...EVER!!! I thank god every day for showing me a new way to live and for guiding me thru those horrible times. God bless each and every one of you who are still in the grips of their addiction.

  • Angela Weber by Angela Weber
  • 7 years ago

This is superb! As a recovering meth addict of 5 years, I can tell you it gets easier and you're not alone. I applaud you putting this into a poem, I would like to share it with people in my treatment group. This is exactly what they need to see, how it relates to everyone that has ever been burned by their friend Crystal. You are amazing, keep with it and never give up! I want to share some guides that may help anyone that is looking for information on addiction recovery treatment.

I hope these help someone before it's too late!
Thank you for sharing!

  • Mandy by Mandy
  • 7 years ago

I can also feel your pain when I read your poem, I too am a recovering addict (of 6 years :) ) Every one deserves a second chance at a clean and sober life. Thank goodness my mom was there for me through it all (I put the poor woman through hell and I love her for being there as much as she could) I don't know what I would have done without her.

  • Alison Roberts by Alison Roberts
  • 9 years ago

I'm a ex drug addict, so the poem touched me coz I know what's it about, it made me look back on how GOD has carried me through my addiction and how he is still carrying me through daily with life's difficulties, and how I will never want to go back there, I could feel the pain while reading the poem

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