Addiction Poems about Family - Page 2
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21. Void Of You
Poem About Support Of A FriendYou were so supportive of me to seek treatment.
Whenever I had something to get out of my heart, you let me vent.
Other times when I was too depressed, you got me off the couch.
You were the only one to get me out of that drug infested house.
I was so strong for so long, but now I feel that void of you.
I want to see you and wrap my arms around you so I won't feel so blue.
You inspired me of so much and opened my world to new things.
You never made me feel bad or like that nasty dope fiend.
I count the days till I can see you again and fill that void.
The distance between us may be far, but you're in my heart, you'll always be my boy.
I gaze up at the sky and believe you're looking up at the same time.
For I'm coming back eventually to say hi and to show you I'm better than fine.
I thank my lucky stars you intervened and showed me the way.
I just had to let you know you were the one to help me through each day.Latest Shared StoryWow this story really gave me the goose bumps. I just had to say goodbye to someone who overdosed on heroin. It has been tough and I am struggling but because of this I believe that it will...
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22. For My Loving, Caring Dad
Stop Smoking PoemDad- You are making me ill
From all the times you make me get
Your addicted and most wanted
Pack of cigarettes.
Dad- Why can't you stop?
It's horrible to see
The man that we all love
Falling at the knees.
Dad- We need you back
The way you used to be
I will end up just like you
And that's something you don't want to see.
Dad- If you look yourself in the mirror
You will see yourself withering away
The Dad we all look up to
You're lucky you're here today.
Dad- Your death will cause us pain
How many times you have been told
That what you're doing and what you can't see
Is making you look old.
Dad- I wish that you would stop
And just stop, look and see
That what you are doing
Is harmful you and me...
-x-Dad Please Stop Smoking-x-
-x-Smoking-Don't Keep It In The Family-x-
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23. Six Years Old Today
Killed By A Drunk DriverHe would be 6 years old today, Daddy's little man,
Mama's little cuddle bug and Grammy's little ham.
I should be baking a cake today, chocolate's what he'd crave.
Instead I'm buying flowers to place upon his grave.
He'd have started school this year, we'd all have made a fuss
I'd planned to video his first trip on the bus.
I'd planned on being room mom, to fill his heart with pride,
Instead I am in counseling, dealing with this void inside.
After 12 years and 7 doctors, we finally had our son!
And we thanked God every day for that special little one!
He had my sense of humor, his daddy's handsome face,
He liked frogs and mud and rocks, and he loved to win a race.
We would give everything we own to have him back alive...
I BEG you, read and think of this,
BEFORE you drink and drive!Latest Shared StoryI'm a heroin addict and on methadone, I have been clean for 8 days, but the cravings are really strong, I enjoy reading these poems, but I don't know who to turn to!
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24. A Reason To Stop
Drug Abuse PoemI'm so sorry that I'm hurting you,
You know there's nothing I can do.
Every time I inject, I think of you,
How you're thinking this can't be true.
I promised one day I'll get help,
And I still mean it,
I just need some time.
I need to think things through.
I just want to be with you.
But you say I'm hurting you too much.
You push me away.
You push me out.
I need you to be there,
Just to tell me how much you care.
I push the needle into my vein,
You shake your head and say I'm not going to change.
I sit there and cry,
Not enjoying my high.
I don't want to be like this,
It's you I miss.
I cover my arm and hope you won't see,
But the injection marks have become a permanent part of me.
When you see them you start to cry,
You tell me that I'm going to die.
I don't want to die, I don't want to leave you.
You can think I'm lying, but Steph, it's true.
I would give up my needle just to see you smile,
But you never do, so I'll give you a while.
I fall to the floor,
Hoping to stop.
I end up hitting my face on a rock.
The cut goes so deep,
But I don't even care.
I watch the blood dry into my hair.
I'm scared of myself,
There's a monster within.
Only heroin can cure him,
He always wins.
I want him to go away,
To leave me alone,
But you say he'll go away only if I stop getting stoned.
I'm so sorry,
You have to know it's true.
I just hate, hate hurting you.
Every time you cry it makes me inject more,
I try to dull the pain,
I'm going insane.
So I promise now,
I promise to stop.
I want you to smile,
I want you to laugh.
I love you so much, and you have to know it's true.
I love you enough to stop hurting you.Latest Shared StoryI am so sorry for your pain. I am also going through the same pain. It's so heart-breaking that I cant even speak out loud to anyone about my boys because the pain is so deep that I break...
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25. Why?
My Sister Is Starting DrugsWhy do you do this to me again and again?
I am your family, I am your friend,
But it just seems you only love it,
The thing that's turning your life to spit.
I try to help you, I keep reaching out.
You just keep saying you don't know what I'm talking about.
The drugs are turning you into what you hated all along.
Just like them, it's the same old song.
We don't have to be like them, don't you see?
The cycle can stop with you and me.
Don't let the drugs tear us apart.
I know you can beat this with all of my heart.
Please let me help, don't push me away.
I know together we can find a way. -
26. Needle & Spoon
Husband Addicted To OxycontinMy husband used to be lovable,
until he met a new love, the
needle and spoon.
We used to be so in love.
He loved me so much and I
him, until he found the
needle and spoon.
The needle and spoon came into
our life and changed everything
that we shared, things we did
together, then it all fell apart.
All because of the
needle and spoon.
Some ask why do I stay. I say
I love this man, until death did
us part. I miss him very much; he
was my world for twenty-six years,
He loved me... he just couldn'tLatest Shared StoryMy fiance is addicted to opiates not just oxy. Anything he can put in his arm. But I finally found a medication that helps him a lot. Its call suboxen and it works great for him. He is the...
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27. An Addict I'm Not
Poem For Those Who Love An Addict*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
Latest Shared StoryI pray you got the help you needed and were able to let him go! Unfortunately for my ex-husband (now 7 years), he is still heavily addicted to meth, no job (he's a master carpenter), and has...
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28. The Shooting Star
Poem About Effects Of A Sibling's Drug AddictionThe shooting stars we used to see,
Up in the sky, just you and me,
Those are the times I hold so dear,
Laughing, joking, we had no fear.
We laughed so hard our sides would ache,
The memories that we would make,
So much to share and full of life,
How could you leave your kids and wife?
And put your family in so much danger,
You wonder why I have such anger?
The evil one, he stole your heart,
And all who loved you from the start,
Began to die a little each day,
Until the worst came our way,
It grips, it binds you and won't let go,
You said, "I won't stop, I love it so,"
This person you turned out to be,
Was not the same I used to see,
You beg, steal, cheat, and lie,
Those you hurt all still cry.
You laugh, and say, "This is so fun! I love
to create chaos with everyone!"
You are so sick, my heart it breaks,
I mourned your death and it still aches,
Some would tell me, "Just move on."
They would not listen to me carry on,
Imagine grieving someone still alive.
Do you know what it's like? Do you care inside?
Who could steal from their mother?
Attack their sister? Deceive the other?
His father's fingers bent so far,
They still hurt and left a scar,
To all who loved you, you deceived,
We trusted you, and we believed,
But the evil one I think might be,
The one I thought was you I see.
So, when I see a shooting star,
I'll think of you. But not as you are.Latest Shared StoryThis poem hit home for me. I have a brother who I used to be best friends with. We did everything together, even after I found out that he was addicted to heroin and crack. I would ask him to...
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29. Crackling Rock
Poem About Crack CocaineIt feels so right, what an evil treat.
Hunger pains gnaw yet you cannot eat.
You'll never defeat this hell you've created.
Is it everything you anticipated?
Your happiness faded, your world now black.
Running endeavor forever, you can never go back.
The devil has you and will devour you whole.
Lifeless and pathetic, you've sold your soul.
You can't get out, you can't escape.
Just one hit is all it takes.
Sketching, crashing, uncontrollable shakes.
Delusions, confusion, your heart now breaks.
The sweet taste you'll always crave.
The addiction you'll fight until your grave.
Random rage you can't explain.
Guilt and sadness, forever pain.
Awake for days without sleep.
Inhale the smoke, smooth and deep.
Inhuman pleasure as you release your breath.
That will soon decease and turn to death.
Your tongue goes numb, such a rush.
Tingling touch, your cheeks feel flushed.
Never enough, you need much more.
Panic paranoia, shut and lock the door.
Absorbed to the core and lost in thought.
Laying on the floor waiting to rot.
Sought for help but nobody cares.
Cold and scared, disgusted stares.
You're beginning to look like the rest of them.
Frantically searching for your friend.
Under the couch? Under the table?
Another statistic, another label.
You greedily need
Another hit.
One after another, you cannot quit.
A bottomless pit of sorrows and lies.
Consuming your mind, you won't be fine.
Blinded by the crackling rock.
Trapped in a room with an unbreakable lock.
You'll depend on it for happiness.
But the bliss you feel doesn't really exist.
Haunting you in your nightmare dreams.
Open your mouth to release silent screams.
Help me please, take it all away.
Pull me back when I go astray.Latest Shared StoryFantastic words and all so true. I've been an addict for 30 years. I'm almost 50 years old, and I can't give up the pipe. It takes all my money, and it's taken my soul. I was a nice person...
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30. I'm An Addict
Poem About How Addiction HappensIt's walking a path, a path you take every day,
but suddenly one day there is a huge hole in the middle of your path
and you're not paying attention
because you walked this path every day for years.
You fall in.
It's not so bad and it wasn't that deep,
so you climbed right out and went on your way.
On your path of life you're walking,
and you see the hole and you know it's there,
but you fall in anyway (I mean it wasn't so bad last time),
but this time it's deeper but others are there, and they lift you out.
So you made a friend or two.
Dusting yourself off you go about your way.
You're walking along like any other day, and you see the hole.
Hey, maybe your new friends are there today,
so you fall in, but this time there's no one there,
no one there to lift you out and you realize you're stuck.
People are walking by, and you're yelling out for help,
but they just keep walking.
Local law enforcement come along
and give you a helping hand (wanted or not).
They help you out and advise you of the hole,
"Maybe you should find a new path," they say.
Headstrong, you set out on your path, you see the hole,
but you think you are stronger now and you will go around,
but as you are walking by you see that your friends are there
and seem to be having a great time, so you fall in.
You're kind of broken now and you're weak,
but as your friends are leaving no one offers you a helping hand out.
They leave you there.
This time it will take much effort to climb your way out.
Where will you find the strength?
You finally get strong enough to pull yourself out,
but it wasn't easy and no one was willing to help
because they know you knew the hole was there and it was your own fault.
You're walking the path of life,
but you're looking ahead this time.
You see the hole, but it's a lot more obvious this time.
You consider going back, but you go literally jump in,
and AGAIN you're lost and alone in this hole.
No one even sees you now.
No one cares, but it's your own fault.
Alone you manage to climb out.
You're walking your everyday path of life,
but this time as you see the hole you look around to the left and to the right.
You look up and say a little prayer,
and the Lord gives you the strength to take a different path.
Hopefully we can all continue to take the different path because forever I am an addict!Latest Shared StoryI'm 46 and life has passed me by because of addiction. I've also been a cutter for 30 years, and nothing can stop the tears.
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31. Puppet On A String
Poem To My Meth Addict HusbandYou 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.Latest Shared StoryMy husband died 4 years ago today - 11/11/17. His death cert. stated Methamphetamine Cardio Myopathy. It also states a secondary reason: Methamphetamine use. The drug he said wouldn’t kill...
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32. How Could You?
Poem About Mom's Drug AddictionHow could you let it control you?
Things were fine in the beginning.
I could tell you anything,
but now we can't even speak.
It's like I don't exist
in your eyes, like I'm nobody.
You let it control your life,
and I wonder where I stand.
Do you even realize what this is doing to my life?
Do you even care you used to be the best mom?
I miss those days,
I want you back,
I miss the good times we've had.
I could never share those days with anybody.
What happened?
I thought you loved me.
It's gotten way out of hand.
I guess I don't matter.
It seems your addiction is all that matters.
I want to see you, but
I never will be able to.
I hate what you have done.
I thought you would choose your daughter over anything,
But I guess I was wrong. -
33. The Year Of The Dragon 1976
Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.
Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
The life of the Young Dragon
Couldn't go wrong.
Upright and steadfast,
Courageous with might,
Who knew the Dragon
Would get lost in the night.
For the Dragon met Tiger,
Who lured him away,
Into the jungle
Of life's tumultuous way.
Down the path of
Destruction, sorrow and woes,
Down the path of
Seduction, deceit and morose.
The Tiger made promises
Which led Dragon astray,
Away from his mother, siblings and wife,
Away from the people who'd given him life.
Deep into the jungle
Dragon followed Tiger.
Farther off the path of the good life
Deeper on the road of sorrow and strife.
And when the Dragon was
Broken, desolate and alone,
Looking through bars
At the life that he'd known,
Tiger smiled and nodded his head,
For the beautiful Dragon
Was standing alone
Far from his life, his family and home.
But Tiger underestimated
The Spirit of love,
Looking out for Dragon
From high up above.
Spirit opened doors
By providing the keys,
All Dragon had to do
Was reach for these.
Be strong, Young Dragon,
Do what you must,
Before vicious Tiger
Turns you to dust.
Reject all he offers,
Come back to the way.
We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
Please join us today.
Come back from the jungle,
The Tiger and harm.
We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
With wide-open arms.
The path will be twisted,
And hardships abound,
With determination as your companion,
You'll gain the high ground.
Your new life awaits you,
Grab on and demand
That the Tiger who holds you,
Desist and disband.
Shuck off your demons,
Dig deep down inside,
And know that the Spirit
Has nothing but pride.
Pride for the Dragon
Who was led astray,
Because Dragon has the courage
To keep Tiger at bay.
M. A. D.
(mother against drugs)
Cheryl Chartier
Mother's Day
May 9, 2004Latest Shared StoryThis poem has struck me so very deeply. I am glad to have stumbled upon it. As a young mother of two and a second generation addict, I have many doubts in myself and my success. In front of...
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34. Girl And Boy
Poem About Power Of DrugsIn her life there was some joy.
Then one day she met a boy.
He seemed to take away her tears.
No longer did she see her fears.
She didn't realize the control he had.
This will only end up bad.
The girl did things she thought she never would.
Spending all her time in a bad neighborhood.
The girl would lie, cheat and steal
Then hope the boy would help her heal.
Her family told her he was not good news.
For on her arms she had a bruise.
He took her dreams and her soul.
She might as well be in a hole.
It's time for her to say goodbye.
For she knows if not, she will die.
It takes her months to recover.
For in her mind he does hover.
The battle was hard to win
Because the boy was heroin.
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35. No Excuse...It's The Cocaine
Effects Of Cocaine UseGone are the years when you were addicted
Pain still remains of all those inflicted
Sad are the memories of when you were high
Hurt are the ones who helped you get by
No more is the man that no one could fix
Ashamed are all those who fell for your tricks
Black is your past with one way to explain
Lost was your life from the use of cocaine
Strong are the roots of the place you come from
Fierce are the habits that you must overcome
Now is the time you get better and give
Ahead is your life; without drugs you must live -
36. Meth User
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. -
37. Circling The Drain
I walk daily through the same haze
I know I have lost my way.
I feel the wet grass beneath my feet
But the bent blades are gray.
The grass doesn't bounce back like it should.
Footsteps remain and the lawn has lost its luster.
I would take all twelve steps if I could
But two or three is all I can muster.
Although the drops are light,
The rain drops that fall on my shoulders,
I am overcome by weight and fright.
Those drops, they pelt me like boulders.
I grip the bottle with shaking hands
And pray for color to return to my life.
I take a sip, making my ludicrous demands,
While my floating mind thinks of gripping a knife.
But I don't want to end it all
And so I look at the sky.
In between dark clouds the sun is at ball.
A small sliver of golden light stops, then dances by.
As I imagine, a cloud takes the shape of my son.
My beautiful boy is smiling wide.
The sight makes me want to both stay and run
But usually I just want to hide.
Therefore I wait, not yet ready to quit.
Not yet ready to start either,
So I take another hit.
Tomorrow I think...tomorrow will be better.
Latest Shared StoryI just gave birth to our second baby ..he was not present during the delivery. I also found out he is still talking to his ex wife and that she too is a meth addict. He was the man of my...
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38. My Josh
The Monster's Name Is DOPEIn my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.
I still see that sweet faced baby
And the toddler full of joy
The charming little person
And the athletic growing boy.
Every phase I relished
Treasuring every day
All the while knowing
Someday you'd grow away.
I guess I wasn't watching
Not holding up my end
Because I swear I never saw
When evil stole in on the wind.
I sensed something was different
I knew something was wrong
But tried to justify my part
"The Single Mother's Song."
When I finally woke up
Nowhere left to hide
I cried and swore, yelled and begged
But I was always on your side!
Through all the broken promises
The stealing and the lies,
Somehow I still could find my son
When I looked into your eyes.
The phone became my enemy
Each ring could bring my death
Because I feared the words I'd hear
I lived holding my breath.
The road has not been easy
But I've always lived in hope
Because I know you're not the enemy
The monster's name is DOPE.
This disease will never leave you
You'll struggle One Day At A Time,
You won't always be a junkie
But you WILL always be MINE.Latest Shared StoryThere is something worse than death or jail. It's the land of nothingness full of evil spirits and lost souls. That place where you can't die and you have no one or nothing. This keeps me...
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39. I Still Love You, Mama
Poem About Mother Choosing Drugs Over ChildI'm 16 and wondering if I fill your shoes
Moving slowly while avoiding all your wrong moves
Looking at your pictures feeling nothing but fear
You're so far away but your love seems near
Waiting for that day when I can jump into your arms
Forgetting all the pain, the tears, the harm
I blame drugs for putting you behind bars
It took away everything that was meant to be ours
You gave me away and you now say you want me back
But just 15 years ago didn't you let me go for crack
You could have held on tight and told me you loved me
But now all I'm left with is thoughts of what could be
Please don't get me wrong, I'm not at all mad at you
You're my mother, it will always be just us two
I know God will always protect what's his
You made mistakes but you're still his kidLatest Shared StoryWow, this pretty much hit the spot. My mom has been in prison for the past 8 years due to actions she has made from crack and cocaine, me and her are very close now and I love her to death,...
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40. A Letter To A Young Addict From His Mother
This letter is dedicated to families
who have suffered living
with an addict.
The unsung heroes who are never recognized,
whose voices are never heard.
Without these brave people who sacrifice their lives for their loves ones,
a lot of people with addictions would be dead.
It took me a long time to realize
that you can't cure an addict with logic, reason or love;
an addict has to surrender
and seek help for himself,
while you must look on helplessly,
while you see your loved one destroy their lives \
and those around them.
I Wonder.
I wonder what you think
when you see the pain and suffering
that your addiction is causing to your family;
do you ever think of stopping?
I Wonder.
I wonder what you think
when your family lies awake at night,
wondering if you are alive or dead,
or beaten up by a drug dealer that you owe a debt to;
would you stop? I wonder.
You must choose life, not death,
replace tears with laughter,
fear with joy, hopelessness with hope,
freedom instead of prison,
but only you, my son, can choose this action.
I pray that you choose a life of calm instead of chaos.
When you choose life,
your family will be here
to rebuild your shattered life
and help you to build your dreams.
From Your Loving Mother
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