21. Addiction
I don't know what you're going through
I just know the things you say
and the symptoms that occur
are the same each passing day
I don't know what you're going through
I just know the things you say
and the symptoms that occur
are the same each passing day
I really like your poem, and I understand your pain. I lost my husband to an accidental overdose 4 months ago, and I am really struggling and grieving. I miss him every second of every day....
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What happened is what I ask myself every day
What was she thinking knowing she'd be putting her life to waste?
This is my sister, and I love her with all my heart,
But doing drugs has only kept us far apart.
Well I had been using heroin for 4 to 5 years and no attempt to stop worked..nothing worked! I was in a crazy relationship and we both used..I hid it from my friends and family but they knew...
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I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me so bad.
I never asked you to drink alcohol,
I never asked for anything at all.
Your poems really touched me. I have a dad who drinks and parties a lot on weekdays. My brother and I don't like it at all. He beats me when he's drunk. I cry at night wishing my late mom can...
I haven't seen you
And it kills me,
But what can I do?
I can't set you free!
In my mind I hold a picture
Of how we used to be.
For everything you needed
You could turn to me.
There 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...
Another spill down the drain,
one more pill to drown my pain.
Is it a cover up or a disguise?
I don't think I'll ever stop and realize.
My husband has always battled with addiction. We have been together for 14 1/2 years. About 3 years ago he was really strung out on meth and pain pills, to the point that I was completely...
The 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.
This 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...
Why 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.
Your words seem slurred and jumbled
As if you're not making any sense
Eyes red like you're lacking sleep
And you always seem to be tense
Amen. Prayers for anyone who suffers from addiction and for all of the lives that are touched by a person's addiction, as well. Blessings on you for the rest of your life.
As I went away,
You wasted another day.
I guess I wasn't as important
As you used to say.
I was there when you fell in the ditch,
I was there when cocaine made you itch.
I was there upon your first cry.
I was there when you wanted to know why.
In her life there was some joy.
Then one day she met a boy.
He seemed to take away her tears.
People want to say bad things
And judge you for the monster you've become
But they don't know the truth
Of just how bad drugs have made you numb
This poem really hit home. It reminded me so much of my oldest daughter's dad who is an addict and sitting in jail waiting to go to prison over his addiction. He was such a wonderful man...
The kids are bathed.
Everyone's teeth are brushed.
As we lay down to bed
The house seems so hushed.
This made me cry mostly because I'm am the addict and as I read this it was as if my children were speaking. I've been clean for over a year but they are with their grandparents and they...
I thought you were my friend.
You wouldn't cause any pain,
but little did I know,
you'd make me go insane.
Just one more use; it's not abuse
To make it through my day
Just one more day is all I want
She chased the dragon into the night
Now we fear she will never see the light
She has so much to live for
But nothing can fill her emptiness more
A 16 year old boy alone in his room,
nothing left in his life but gloom.
He cleans up the kitchen empty of food,
My mom and I used to be so close. We both had the same drug of choice, meth, and cleaned up in 2007 together. We bonded over it. Talked about it. Grew from it. I even lived with her for about...