Why?
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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....
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My husband used to be lovable,
until he met a new love, the
needle and spoon.
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...
When we sit and we think
about our childhood and what you did
We wonder why you did those things
I was an addict too. I've been sober little over a year once I found out my sober, drug free girlfriend was pregnant I knew I had to change and I did for my son and so we could be a family...
He was the most loved with a million friends.
Football star with so many wins.
He had the cutest smile that you would ever see.
He was the funniest person that you would ever meet.
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How could you let it control you?
Things were fine in the beginning.
I could tell you anything,
but now we can't even speak.
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.
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...
Gone 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
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.