Drug Abuse Poem

I lost my parents and baby sister when I was 11, and all I had left was my sister. She had control over all our money, and when she couldn't cope with looking after me, she turned to drugs and wasted so much of our money on them. Then one day when I was 16, she figured she had to get away, so she overdosed, and I lost the one piece of my family I had left.

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Yes, I think about it. I grew up in foster care from the time I was 5 until 16. I ran away probably 100 or more times. I would get to go home and then back to foster care. I couldn’t...

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With Darkness Come Death


Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011 with permission of the Author.

How could family be so cruel?
How could I have been so naive and such a fool?
My sister had frozen off my money for years.
When I found out, it reduced me to tears.
She was all I had, I'd have traded her life for mine,
But now is the time I question why I ever wasted my time.
Hundreds of thousands I never knew we had,
She had gone and blown it on her friends' new fad.
I will never forget her junkie friends,
The way they roped her in to her life's ends.
I always thought she would be able to control her addiction,
but then something happened beyond my prediction.
I got a phone call from the hospital up in town.
This phone call really dragged me down.
They told me they were sorry and nothing could be done.
She promised me this would never happen, that it was just
for fun.
She has broken her promise to me.
I am now alone and always will be.


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  • Chaeli Allen by Chaeli Allen
  • 2 years ago

My parents did drugs, and I was adopted at age 5. My father got clean and remarried my stepmom. My mother never stopped using drugs. I have 5 siblings. My brother almost died because of my mother. When I was 13, I had depression. I ran away from home when I was 14 because I felt no one loved me. I had also made a mistake with a boy that told me he loved me. Today I am 15, and my mother died from drug abuse three weeks ago. It has been really hard, but reading these poems really helps me through all these problems.

  • Mackenzie Williams by Mackenzie Williams
  • 5 years ago

I have no connection to this poem, however, it was very emotional reading it. I'm sorry for your tragedy and wish you all the best. You are a very talented writer, and it was probably painful writing it.

  • Rebekkah Harper by Rebekkah Harper
  • 10 years ago

I lost my older brother to drug abuse when I was 10 and he was the only family I had. My parents died in a car crash when I was 3 but now I'm 15 and I'm a foster child. Can I ask have you ever thought about giving up? I'm just a bit curious.

  • Ronnie Wilcox by Ronnie Wilcox
  • 5 years ago

Yes, I think about it. I grew up in foster care from the time I was 5 until 16. I ran away probably 100 or more times. I would get to go home and then back to foster care. I couldn’t understand what was going on. My brother and I were together for a couple of years, and he was diagnosed with a rare blood disease. He was taken and adopted by a family who could afford to care for him. I felt so alone and betrayed, so I started to run away to go home. I didn’t even know where home was. I just knew the name of the town. After a while I started to run away just to get away from everyone and everything. I had even won a presidential award for physical fitness; it was signed by Jimmy Carter, but I turned hard-hearted. Then I found drugs to help with my pain. I did 14 months in a juvenile detention center, but it got worse as the years went on.

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