Children quietly play outside
as one of the children suddenly cries
the teacher ran for the boy's help
so she could cure him for he wouldn't yelp...
Addiction Poems about Family - Page 6
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Driving And Drinking With A Beer Poem
Children quietly play outsideFeatured Shared Story
Oh my gosh! This is a GREAT poem! If only those who drink and drive will read this..it'll be a great reality check for them!:) I love this poem!
Will You Beat This Addiction?
The kids are bathed.
Everyone's teeth are brushed.
As we lay down to bed
The house seems so hushed.Featured Shared Story
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...
Poem About Support Of A Friend
You 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.Featured Shared Story
Wow 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...
No stem or needles for me anymore.
No need to buy any rigs or chore.
Collapsed veins were my biggest fear.
When I'm sick and shaking no need for tears.Featured Shared Story
Hello, my name is Sarah I'm 28 years old, and I've been an addict since I was 14 years old. For the first time in my life I am finally admitting that I am addicted to meth and downer pills....
Husband Addicted To Oxycontin
My husband used to be lovable,
until he met a new love, the
needle and spoon.
Featured Shared Story
My 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...
Addict Like My Parents Poem
I never thought I'd live my life with a needle in my arm.
I never meant to treat loved ones this way
or cause any person harm.
I never could have seen myself being a junky at 17.Featured Shared Story
I get on here every couple of years, I wrote this poem when I was 17. I knew that I was traveling a path that was not right. I also knew that it was the same direction as my father who today...
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