Addiction Poem

This is something I wrote in the deepest part of my addiction. I am proud to say that I am in recovery now, but still wanted to share.

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Thank you for sharing your story. It made me cry. I have a master too. Gave him 3 years of myself. I ended it so many times because all he does is break me down, but somehow I can't let go....

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My Master


Published: August 2010

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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Has this poem touched you? Share your story!
  • by Theresa Kim
  • 8 months ago

I've been an addict for six years now and I just can't stop. It has become my everything and consumed me entirely.

  • by Jenny Brits
  • 9 months ago

Thank you for sharing your story. It made me cry. I have a master too. Gave him 3 years of myself. I ended it so many times because all he does is break me down, but somehow I can't let go. I'm addicted to his ways and to his control. I can't move on and keep on going back. All he ever says is, "I knew you'd be back." I can't fight him anymore, and he knows it.

  • by Lisa Neer
  • 3 years ago

I'm a addict still. Started with a script 5 yrs. ago. Went to sniffing pilled. Today I'm a heroin addict. I can't stop no matter what. Even for my children I can't. How pathetic is that?! Rehab I need. I just don't know where to start. My husband also is a heroin addict. We are killing each other.

  • by Joei, Cincinnati Oh
  • 4 years ago

This poem broke my heart and made me break down and cry like I haven't done in many years. When I was reading this it was as if this person was writing about my life. I too am a mother and fought an addiction to oxy for years. I was given this medication after a surgery went horribly wrong. Without warning this nasty little medication took over my life, it took a hold of my soul and controlled me for several years. I know first hand the struggle, pain, self-disappointment and heart break this person wrote so powerfully about. I have been in recovery and clean for 4 years. Thank you for be so strong and brave and sharing your personal journey through hell.

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