Addiction Poems about Family

Addiction Poems about Family

Loving an Addict Poems

When a family member becomes addicted to drugs or alcohol, it affects the whole family unit. No one is sure what to do or how to react. This is a often a time to practice tough love. Family members must be firm with the addict in order not to be guilty of becoming enablers for his or her addiction. When the addict reaches rock bottom, he may realize that it is his responsibility to rebuild his life. Now it is up to him claw his way out of the hole he has dug. His friends and family can either help or hinder his efforts.

76 Poems About Overcoming Addiction for Families

  1. 1. Mommy Loved Her Children

    This is a tragic tale about a family ravished by drug addiction. Three generations of this family were affected as if the addiction simply changed hands. Please note this story has no antagonist other then the drug. The mother is a victim in the identical way as the children, she is not the "bad guy." The ending is a judgement from the mind of a young child who doesn't have the ability to reason, empathize, or understand. If you lacked those skills as well would you come to the same conclusion?

    Poem About A Family Devastated By Drug Addiction

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    The children are counting Xanax pills they pick off the floor.

    Mommy's sister committed suicide in 2009; that's when this all started.
    She's in the corner crying like a young girl so incredibly broken-hearted.
    Her husband was a heroin addict; he left them a long time ago.
    Now depression and anxiety are the only emotions the children show.
    She did not start doing drugs for fun; it was only after her reality shattered,
    But it all ends the same way; her reason for starting no longer mattered.
    She went to her counseling sessions once a week.
    She spent most of the session crying too hard to speak.

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    The children tell the teachers they can't eat because they're poor.

    Mommy makes a lot of money, but the money never makes it home.
    She has zero friends but 6 drug dealers programmed into her phone.
    She'll give them anything for a fix, even if it's her own body.
    Parents set the example for the children; it's your life they will copy.
    She thought it was just a temporary solution and she'd be able to quit,
    But she didn't find a solution, just another problem added to the list.
    She wanted to give her children the life she never had.
    Instead, she emotionally abandoned them the same way as their dad.

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    Child Protective Services is at the front door.

    Mommy's pushing pill bottles under the couch as the bell continues to ring.
    CPS's intentions were good, but in the end it was only more pain they would bring.
    What's a child without their parents, a child in a foster home?
    Proof of a broken society, children who are forced to go through this alone.
    Electricity had been shut off for months; she frantically scrambles for matches to light a candle.
    She went through this exact experience when she was a child; it was just too much for her to handle.
    She yells toward the front door as she frantically brushes her hair.
    Then the door opens and the children learn firsthand that life isn't fair.

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    Mommy turned to heroin when the pills weren't enough anymore.

    Children in foster care, ex-husband still has 4 years left in prison.
    Getting her children back should have been her first and only mission,
    But it wasn't, and drugs being her only way to cope only compounded the problem.
    Once she had the ambition to reach the top; now her habit had her anchored at the bottom.
    The children don't remember their dad and their sickly thin mom they can no longer recognize.
    One stormy night she ran out of drugs and couldn't stop the tears streaming from her eyes.
    Alone in a cold, empty room with no drugs to help her cope,
    She took her own life like her sister, simply because they ran out of dope.

    One pill, two pills, three pills, four.
    Mommy loved her children but she loved her drugs more.

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  3. 2. The Ecstasy And The Agony

    • By RandomPoet
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018

    I never even thought about writing a poem until the death of my son. He struggled with his addiction for about 10 years. His mother and I did all we could to avoid this outcome. It was a time of seemingly endless detox and rehab centers, 3am calls, etc. In the end, he lost his battle. Sadly, there was a kind of "inevitability" about it - to the point that perhaps he found the only way to end his struggle. He was 28 at the time of his death.

    Death Of My Son From Heroin Overdose

    At long last the phone call.
    Then the questions.
    Then comes the thundering roar -
    Of silence in reply.

    The first sleepless night;
    Memories swarm like bees.
    Finally the sun rises
    On the first day that you will never see.

    When did it all
    Take a turn for the worse?
    When did your blessings
    Become such a curse?

    When did the kid with the lemonade stand
    Who loved riding his bike as far as he was able
    Become the kid with the cigarette pack?
    When did "help" turn into "enable"?

    At last you discovered
    That a rush without equal
    Would fulfill all your dreams
    And required only a needle.

    But the needle is a harsh mistress
    And she demands
    Absolute faithfulness
    To her commands.

    Lie, cheat, steal
    All this and more.
    Just to pay homage
    At the foot of her door.

    She WILL NOT be "cured."
    She WILL NOT "go away."
    She WILL haunt you to the grave
    For the rest of your days.

    And what of the kid
    With the lemonade stand?
    He made one fatal choice, which
    Only later did he understand.

    The death of one so young
    May seem sad beyond belief.
    Yet sadder still the fact
    That only death may give relief.

    Would you condemn one so young
    To this life he knows all too well?
    Then God might ask, "What right have YOU
    To sentence him to Hell?"

    Beyond Death's door may lie
    Some realm or land wherein
    The miseries of life are lifted
    And peace is found within.

    But no map of THIS world
    Points the way to such a land.
    Either such a place does not exist
    Or is beyond the ken of Man.

    Can you see that kid upon his bike?
    The joy upon his face?
    Do not begrudge one final rush
    As he races to Death's warm embrace.

    He rides the wave of that mighty rush,
    Misery fading into the past.
    This world of woe not his concern
    As his heart - slowly beats - its last.

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  5. 3. Mommy's Found

    "Mommies Found" is the respondent poem to "Hide and Seek," which I wrote for my kids asking for their forgiveness. This was the process I took in order to find forgiveness within myself for the downfall I allowed my addiction to take on me and my family.

    Poem Asking Children For Forgiveness For Being An Addict

    My child, I'm right here,
    Looking for reasons for the things I've done,
    Why I went to the places I did,
    and how my feelings kept me away for so long.

    My child, I'm right here.
    My eyes are clear now, and I see where I went wrong.
    I take one look at you; how could I have left you alone?
    Take my hand so I can let you know that my love for you is strong,
    And I will never again leave you to take all this on.

    My child, I'm right here.
    Please believe me that none of this is your fault,
    That mommy was sick and needed some help,
    Your beautiful face gave me hope to finally get better and stand up strong,
    To come at you truly and admit all of my wrongs.

    My child, I'm right here.
    Come into my arms so I can finally protect you from all of your fears.
    And help you believe and understand that I am now here to wipe away your tears.

    My child, I'm right here.
    I ask for your forgiveness and to give me this chance,
    To show you how much I love you and I'll never leave you again,
    So always and forever, always together, our hearts can now finally dance.

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  6. 4. Letter To Meth

    • By Amanda Logsdon
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2018

    I am a 33 year old single mom. I have two younger sisters. My dad raised the three of us on his own. My mother has been a drug addict my whole life. I married a man who became a drug addict two years after we said our vows. I fought for him for 6 years before giving up and divorcing him. My current boyfriend is someone I've known since high school and been in love with since I met him. He is now addicted to Meth. I've never used drugs, but they are constantly destroying me and those I love.

    Impact Of Drug Addiction On Loved Ones

    You don't know me,
    and I promise you never will.
    You've taken over my best friend.
    His soul you're out to steal.

    I tried to keep him away from you.
    I gave him all my love.
    I prayed that I could save him
    with help from up above.

    Since the day he met you,
    he hasn't been the same.
    He's confused and without reason.
    He's caught up in your game.

    You push and pull on his veins,
    moving in and out.
    You are the nightmare in the needle
    he just can't live without.

    You lie to him, and he believes you.
    He thinks you're harmless and fun.
    When he wraps you in his track marked arms,
    he's playing with a loaded gun.

    I don't know if my love can save him.
    You've got a hold so tight,
    but I've been through this all before,
    and I never leave without a fight.

    I believe in a mighty God, I do,
    and he will win in the end.
    I believe his love and mercy
    will one day save my friend.

    If he can learn to love himself
    and extract you from his mind,
    we could move on with our lives
    and leave you far behind.

    If I had my way right now,
    you wouldn't even exist!
    Go back to hell where you belong.
    I bet you won't be missed.

    I hate the pain you've caused my family!
    I hate the way you make him feel.
    You blind his eyes from the truth.
    He's unable to see what's real.

    You don't know me, demon.
    You'll never know my name.
    You don't deserve a second thought.
    I'll never play your evil game.

    But I know you all too well.
    I know exactly who you are.
    We've already been to hell and back
    with you; it's not that far.

    But I'll keep on fighting; God help me.
    I'll keep holding on.
    I'll keep praying he'll give you up
    until one of you are gone.

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  7. 5. My Husband's Mistress - Alcohol

    • By Crystal Campbell
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2017

    Wife of an alcoholic at the end of my rope. As Lee Brice sings "Hard to Love," I vowed until death do we part, but I can't sit and watch someone so selfishly sit around and slowly commit suicide. I would much rather the mistress be a real woman than a can of beer.

    Message To Husband About His Addiction

    Last night we argued once again,
    But it's really nothing new.
    We argued the night before that
    And tons more before that, too.
    Your alcohol addiction
    Has taken over your life.
    That can of beer is your "mistress,"
    And I am just a wife.
    You refuse to see the issues
    This "mistress" causes daily.
    It consumes your every thought
    And is causing pain within our family.
    You wake up sober and smiling
    And say you love the life we're living.
    Our dreams have all come true,
    And we're blessed with all we've been given.
    But as the day slowly goes on
    Your body begins to shake.
    It NEEDS to feel that "mistress,"
    So the alcohol demon awakes.
    The "mistress" grabs ahold of your hand
    And swears "she" can make it better,
    But with every top that I hear pop
    I wish you'd never met "her."
    Your attitude changes dramatically,
    Especially towards me, your wife.
    You start to act completely miserable
    And scream, "I hate my life."
    You forget the things we talk about,
    The things you say and do.
    The drunk I see every single night
    Is far from the MAN I once knew.
    Your addiction is taking over our lives.
    This is an obvious fact.
    It's taking away our good memories
    And time we can't get back.
    You know you have a problem but say,
    "It's just a part of life."
    Fact is, I will never be the "mistress,"
    And I'm not sure how much longer I can be the wife.

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  8. 6. I'll Be Fine

    • By Llyos Ellen
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2017

    After my parents divorced, my mother wanted to be young again, so she started going to bars 4 nights a week. She started getting into drugs and heavy drinking. She took her anger out on me when she got home from the bar. It was my job to protect my younger siblings. The last stretch was when she attacked me in my own room and choked me. My siblings and I filed a TRO and we have all moved in with other family members. Poetry helps me express what I can't say to her.

    Mom Becoming A Different Person

    Being born into your arms,
    I felt my life was out of harm.
    Felt that you would never hurt your baby.
    Now that never has turned to maybe.

    You have grown out of the old and into a new life.
    Not my father's but someone else's wife.
    Your new choices we just could not hinder.
    Your heart is now as cold as a block of cinder.

    The new decisions you have chosen to make
    Have turned the woman I loved into a fake.
    Which face do you use when you go out?
    The same face you use when you pout?

    Fake as the lips on your face of two,
    How could you throw your life away just out of the blue?
    Three human beings have part of your heart.
    Every time you raise that glass to your lips, you are tearing them apart.

    This is the path that you have chosen.
    The blood in your veins is now frozen.
    Leave this life of mine.
    I promise, Mommy, I'll be fine.

    I have learned from you
    What not to do.
    I will watch over and guide the other two.
    We will eventually get over what you put us through.

    Enjoy the life you lead with your new half
    While everyone joins in for a good laugh.
    Keep bringing that glass to your lips.
    Listen to the band and move your hips.

    Do not worry about me in the meantime.
    Do not worry, Mommy, I'll be fine.

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  9. 7. Heroin's Sister

    • By Kelsey A. Casper
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017

    My brother was in and out of recovery for the past 6 years. He was a wonderful soul, but some demons were too strong for him. He was 8 months clean when he had a terrible week and relapsed. One relapse. But it was laced with fentanyl; he died immediately.

    Poem About Brother’s Struggle With Addiction

    I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
    But I know you.

    I've watched my hero
    Deteriorate in search of you,
    Praying for the oblivion that follows,
    Jumping through obstacles of deceit,
    Torture and heartbreak
    For one moment of relief,
    One moment of silence,
    One moment of peace.

    I've never flirted, danced, or played with you,
    But I know you.

    I've watched my brother
    Stalk, hide, and run from you, all at the same time,
    Not wanting to find you
    But needing to
    For one moment of clarity,
    One moment to breathe,
    One moment to escape.

    I've never listened to your promises, whispers, or songs,
    But I know you.

    I've heard you in his screams,
    Haunting his dreams.
    He just wanted to be free,
    But he was always getting pulled by you.

    I've never touched, tasted, or craved you,
    But oh,
    Do I know you!

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  10. 8. That's Right I'm The Daughter Of An Addict

    • By JustBree
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2017

    A few months ago, I found out my mom was doing drugs. I didn't know what to do or what to feel, so I just wrote, and this is what came out.

    As I went away,
    You wasted another day.
    I guess I wasn't as important
    As you used to say.

    You were given a choice:
    Either them or me.
    But they blinded you,
    And you just couldn't see

    That I needed you.
    Why did you need them?
    I wished I'd been enough
    To save you from being condemned.

    You didn't care.
    Maybe you never did,
    Because instead of being there for me,
    You ran with them and hid.

    I can't sleep.
    I can only cry,
    Because when I close my eyes,
    I can see you die.

    My dreams begin with you lying alone,
    Pills scattered on the floor.
    I hold my breath,
    And gently close the door.

    And then they end
    With my waking up in tears.
    How long do you have?
    Probably not years.

    I don't want to say it.
    It hurts to admit,
    But you just couldn't quit.
    That's right, I'm the daughter of an addict.

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  11. 9. Vicodin

    • By Alleexx
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2016

    Just another poem about another addiction.

    Being Fooled By Pills

    I thought you were my friend.
    You wouldn't cause any pain,
    but little did I know,
    you'd make me go insane.
    You were just a couple of pills,
    a little more than prescribed.
    You started off as a friend
    but then the demon arrived.
    You put me through hell,
    so I abused even more.
    You made me see things
    that chilled me to the core.
    You portrayed yourself
    as something you're not.
    You helped me be free
    and get rid of my thoughts.
    You showed me a world
    of death, anger, and hate.
    When I realized your plan,
    it was already too late.
    I was addicted to you.

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  12. 10. If You Knew...

    • By Nikki Costello
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2016

    Throughout my life, many of my closest family and friends have suffered at the viscous hands of addiction, so I've written many poems relating to it. This is my personal take on it...

    Addiction Is Deceitful

    Welcome, welcome,
    step right up.
    I'll give you confidence,
    I'll bring you luck!

    I'll be your friend,
    A companion for life.
    I'll never desert you
    Through your times of strife.

    Once you have chosen me
    You'll never look back.
    Soon you'll be hooked
    And then I'll really attack!

    I'll strip all your dignity,
    Morals and pride.
    I'll claim your soul;
    You'll feel dead inside.

    I'm clever, I'm cunning,
    I'm patient, I'm quick.
    Once I've got a grip on you,
    You'll soon become sick.

    I'll take your money,
    You'll beg, steal and lend.
    You'll belong to me now,
    And this nightmare won't end.

    By the time that you realize
    I'm not what I claim,
    You'll be in the depths of despair
    And this beast won't be tamed.

    The feelings of self-loathing
    Will become too much to bear,
    But you chose to befriend me.
    Yes, you put me there.

    I'll take you places
    You didn't know to be real.
    I'll drag you down lower
    Than you thought possible to feel.

    If you knew this from the beginning,
    Would you have stepped onto my ride?
    Roll up, roll up,
    You must quickly decide

    I promised we'd be friends,
    Said I'd be loyal and true,
    But you didn't even ask my name.
    .....I'm ADDICTION, that's who.

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  13. 11. Monkey Business

    • By Ashley Depuy
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2015

    When I met my boyfriend he was a recovering heroin addict. He relapsed a month into our relationship and didn't get clean for 2 years until I finally left him. At one point I had found him od'ing on my bathroom floor and had to break into my bathroom. He got clean when he realized I would actually leave. We are back together now, and I am trying to help him stay on the right track! I have been writing this poem for a year and a half now as our relationship has continued, and I now feel it's complete.

    Poem About My Relationship With An Addict

    That monkey on your back,
    He's a tricky little guy.
    I thought that he was dead and gone.
    I thought he said goodbye.

    That monkey on your back?
    Turns out it was just a slumber.
    He woke up and came back into your life,
    Like the booming clap of thunder!

    That monkey on your back,
    He's grabbed ahold of you.
    His grasp is so insanely strong,
    I'm at a loss for what to do...

    That monkey on your back,
    He's creeping into your mind.
    You don't see what you're doing.
    You've gone completely blind.

    That monkey on your back?
    He only cares about one thing.
    He'll do anything to get it.
    He doesn't care about the sting.

    That monkey on your back?
    He'll distract you at all costs!
    As long as he has what HE wants,
    He doesn't care what YOU have lost!

    That monkey on your back...
    He made you lock the door
    So I couldn't get to you,
    When you were dying on the floor...

    That monkey on your back?
    I hope he dies and goes to hell!
    I'm scared that if he doesn't,
    You'll end up dead or in a cell.

    That monkey on your back...
    I want him to go away...
    But I'm scared that you'll go with him.
    I don't want that, STAY!

    That monkey on your back,
    He gives a false sense of love.
    But when you're standing on the ledge,
    He'll provide the final shove...

    That monkey on your back,
    With spoon and needle in hand.
    He won't stop until you're dead,
    On your last trip to Neverland.

    That monkey on your back or me.
    One of us has to go!
    The ball is in your court. Your choice.
    It's time, please let me know.

    Please let me know you love me.
    That I'm more important than that ape.
    Please tell me that you're ready
    To get your life back into shape.

    Please let me know I'm worth it,
    Because my love is much too strong!
    I can't lose you to this addiction!
    Please! Come back where you belong!

    Please let me know you hear me,
    That my cries don't go unheard.
    I know you're lost. I'll find you!
    I'll search endlessly undeterred!

    I'll search if there's a reason,
    Even the smallest glimpse of light!
    I'll search until I find you,
    If you're willing to put up the fight!

    This battle will not be easy!
    Don't worry! I'm on your side!
    There will be wounds and scars and blood and tears,
    But in the end you will feel pride!

    You'll be proud you won this battle,
    Against that monkey on your back!
    And next time you'll see him coming,
    With his surprise sneak attack.

    So you won't let him get you,
    Because you will be prepared.
    And I'll be there, on your side.
    If war he has declared.

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  14. 12. Dear Daddy...

    • By Jessica Camarena
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    When I grew up my dad was an alcoholic, and I wrote how I felt in this poem back when I was 12. My uncle found my poem and read it to my dad, who turned his life around. I want people to know about this condition and the trauma it can cause to children. I suffered from an anxiety disorder and much paranoia because of what happened with my dad. Please be aware of this and what it can do. Thanks!

    Poem About Choosing Alcohol Over Daughter

    I haven't seen you
    And it kills me,
    But what can I do?
    I can't set you free!

    What could ever set you free
    From that horrible, miserable poison?
    And why can't you see
    That your choice is already chosen?

    You chose it over me,
    Your one and only daughter!
    After just one sip, Daddy,
    You're a monster.

    You say you love me more than anything,
    More than the ocean is deep.
    But after just one sip of that
    You're either violent or you sleep.

    I always looked up to you,
    And now what do I have?
    There's not much I can do
    And now I've lost my dad.

    I don't know if you're alive or dead
    Or if you're wandering the streets.
    You won't believe how many tears I've shed
    Thinking you're in a morgue, covered with a sheet.

    I remember when I was little and I went to your house,
    I didn't realize that brown bag- small as a mouse.
    You brought me back some candy- I ate it and watched T.V.
    That small bag on the counter...and now it causes you to leave me.

    I need you and want you to know:
    Please don't leave me,
    Please don't go!
    I don't want you to miss out on what you could be,
    So please open your eyes and start to see!

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  15. 13. Dad

    • By Kevin
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2015

    Hey, I'm Kevin, and I wrote this poem to show my feelings toward my father.

    Poem About Wanting Dad's Love And Affection

    Dad and I never got along
    Our relationship wasn't very strong
    I love my dad so much
    I wish that we could keep in touch

    Dad always uses liquor as an excuse
    For all my child abuse
    He doesn't even seem to try
    And that's why I had to say goodbye

    He says he doesn't care
    But every night I make a prayer
    That someday he will realize
    That he's the one I idolize

    I don't want it to be this way
    I want to get along some day
    You're more of a stranger than a dad
    And that's why I feel so bad

    I want you to know that I'm your son
    I want to spend time with you and have some fun
    I know inside that you want to try
    But you always end up making me cry

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  16. 14. Words Of A Silent Killer

    • By Jessica Eck
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2015

    When I was twelve years old, I was addicted to meth. I did it every day until I was fifteen years old. My mother left me and my father died, so I had no one. I only had drugs. I was 15 years old and checked into rehab at 5'9" and only 90 pounds. They told me that I was so close to dying and that they never saw that amount of meth in a child's body before. I wrote this describing my life on meth. This poem is a lot longer, but I couldn't fit all of it. I am now four years sober.

    Poem About Meth Controlling A Person

    You think you have control,
    But I am the one who has it.
    You do not, not in the least bit.
    I make you cry because if I don't, then people wonder why.
    You thought you were loved, but now you're lost.
    I took over you mind, and that was your cost.
    You are so blind; people have told you, but you didn't listen.
    Now I laugh because your eyes don't even glisten.
    I am the reason you cannot sleep.
    I am pain that hurts so bad,
    But you are in too deep.
    You never knew what you had; you looked to see.
    Now you're the person you're not wanting to be.
    I am the reason why you can't love,
    Because you don't know what's up above
    You love me and no one else.
    I took your life away
    On that very first day.
    I still have control; I am your confession.
    You sold your soul to me,
    Which led you into deep depression.
    You'll never be free
    Because you belong to me.
    I long for you to relapse
    As I push you down until you collapse.
    I am the reason you can't look people in the eyes
    Because I make you wear a disguise.
    I keep you locked in a cage,
    Which causes you to have a deep rage.
    I made you feel unaware, and I really don't care.
    I am all you fear,
    Which causes you all these tears.
    I am always right, so you think.
    I make you so scared you cannot blink.
    I took away all your trust,
    Made it so you could only lust.
    I don't care how you feel,
    Because, between you and me, you will never heal.
    I tear you down inside, which all you can do is deny.
    I knew you would come to me on the day of your birth.
    I took all you were ever worth.
    You think you are okay, but I have something to say.
    You thought you were bold.
    Now you're sitting here crying, wondering why I am so cold.
    I took you away from all your youth.
    I also made it so you could never tell the truth.
    I am the reason that causes you death.
    I sneak upon and take your last breath.
    Can you guess who I am?
    I am Crystal Meth.

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  17. 15. Girl And Boy

    • By Jessica Dollard
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015

    I wrote this poem about how addiction for me was a dangerous love affair. I've been clean about 3 1/2 months now.

    Poem About Power Of Drugs

    In 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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  18. 16. The Shooting Star

    • By B. J. Hollister
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 2014

    My brother's alcohol and drug addiction impacted my family and shattered many relationships. The hell we went through was unbearable; it affected my marriage, children, and my parents' health and well being. He stole, lied, cheated, and turned into a full-blown addict, known to take anything and everything from anyone. I have not spoken to him for several years and needed to focus on my own family. I was once close to him, but I had to grieve his death to make it less painful for me to move on.

    Poem About Effects Of A Sibling's Drug Addiction

    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.

    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.

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  19. 17. A Letter To A Young Addict From His Mother

    This is a letter to my son who is an active addict. I hope one day that he will reclaim his life that he once had.

    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

    A Letter To A Young Addict From His Mother

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  20. 18. I'm An Addict

    • By Dee Phillips
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014

    My daughter asked me not too long ago what it was like to be an addict and how did her Mamma fall in to such a awful thing? This was my reply to her.

    Poem About How Addiction Happens

    It'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!

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  21. 19. They Took You Away

    • By Aimee Fox
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 2014

    My brother was an alcoholic. We could all see this, but he was in denial. We could see him slowly dying. It was really hard for us. He was only 28 when he died, and we were all there at the hospital. I prayed right till the very end for a miracle, but it didn't come.

    Poem About Losing Brother To Alcohol

    I was 25, you were only 28.
    A thousand times we tried to help you,
    But we were still too late.

    You told us everything was ok,
    But we could see your body and mind starting to decay.

    I prayed to God that I would help you if he would save you,
    But now I will never see that day.

    You were so brave, and I continued to pray,
    But then came that day when the angels took you away.

    I felt my heart stop beating,
    Like I was floating on air.
    All I could do was stand there.
    Then I realized those screams I was hearing were coming from me.
    I just couldn't stop; they had to let me be.

    They say it will get easier,
    But I don't think that's true
    Because every day I cry more for you.

    Now we have to try and live without you.
    It's the hardest thing we have had to go through.

    We love and miss you more than you will ever know.
    I hope you are happy now, if only you could let us know.

    We will never let you go from our hearts and soul.
    One day we will be together again, our family, whole.

    Poem About Losing Brother To Alcohol, They Took You Away

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  22. 20. Letter To Drug Dealer From Mother Of Young Addict

    This is a letter to vent my anger towards the scourge of our society Drug Dealers. My son has been destroyed by drugs, and I want people to read the other side of pain, suffered by families at the ends of these monsters.

    A Letter To A Drug Dealer.

    As you read this letter
    I want you to know the devastation
    That you have caused to families.
    Perhaps you're beyond caring.
    All you see is the money you have made,
    Or perhaps you don't have a
    Conscience at all.

    I'm writing this letter to let you know
    The misery you inflict to millions of innocent people,
    People you don't know,
    The unheard cry of agony.
    Ordinary families trying to get by
    And do the best for their children,
    Sons or daughters that you don't care about,
    Lives destroyed at your hands.
    Kids that you deliberately set out to get hooked on drugs.

    When you're a parent and have children,
    You want the best for them.
    You want them to grow up to be happy,
    Independent, and make their way in the world,
    To be honest and hard working.
    What you can't protect them from is the outside world,
    Monsters like you,
    Who roam free to destroy lives.

    You look on helplessly as you watch
    The child you brought into the world
    Change in front of your eyes,
    And all you see is death looking back at you,
    And there's nothing you can do.
    As you see their personalities change
    From a bright, caring and loving person,
    A person who has a future
    Into something that you just don't recognize anymore.

    The family is destroyed because a Monster like you
    Has gotten another young person hooked on the filth
    That you make a profit from.
    You silently scream inside as you watch
    The child you reared doing things
    That you never dreamed possible
    In order to pay a Maggot like you so they can sleep.
    As families of addicts that you made watch helplessly
    As the cycle begins all over again the following day
    And you are dragged into a world you didn't know existed
    And you pray to God every day
    That possibly you will see some change
    In your son or daughter's life,
    But it never happens because a Maggot like you
    Has drawn them in a world of evil.

    You learn to live in fear
    As you watch the child that you brought into the world
    Jump as the phone rings and you know that he owes money,
    And the cycle of evil continues.
    There's nothing you can do.
    You're a Monster, and there are many more of you out there,
    And you may feel that nothing can touch you,
    But trust me, your time will come
    Where justice will prevail.
    If it's not in this world, it will definitely be in the next,
    And there will be no rock for an animal like you to hide.
    What comes around goes around,
    And for every bit of misery that you have caused
    To innocent and vulnerable kids out there,
    It will fall back on you a million times over.
    I hope when your time comes to leave this earth
    That God will forgive you.
    I, on the other hand, will never!!!

    Mother of one of the addicts you made.

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