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. Void Of You

    • By Denise
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    This is to a special friend who showed me I did have problems and I had to leave to save my life. He is a VERY great friend I owe my life to. I love you, Dave!

    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.
    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.

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  3. 2. For My Loving, Caring Dad

    • By Abbie Taylor
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2010

    This poem is for anyone who wants to get a notice to their dads to make them stop smoking for you because if they loved you they would stop. Just print this poem, give it to them and let them see what it does to you...

    Stop Smoking Poem

    Dad- 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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  5. 3. Six Years Old Today

    • By Lareee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2010

    I am a 44-year-old single mother with the last birdie about 3 years from flying the coop. I moved to Tennessee from Texas a year ago and have been inspired to write more than ever. Writing is a gift to me. It is not something that I have ever practiced, but a gift from God that he uses to tell other people.

    Killed By A Drunk Driver

    He 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!

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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. 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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  8. 6. A Reason To Stop

    • By Ali
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009

    I wrote this poem to my twin sister when I was addicted to heroin. She was the reason I stopped. And to anyone who is addicted to any kind of drug, you have to find your reason, because that is what gives you enough courage to stop.

    Drug Abuse Poem

    I'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.

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  9. 7. It's Me

    My partner's 28-year-old son was found dead on the 7th of June after being missing for 11 days. His body was found in a wooded area and was badly decomposed. The family was not allowed to see him or even have a lock of his hair. This was a drug related death, which has left another family torn, devastated, feeling guilty because they couldn't prevent it. It's just another 'junkie' some may say, but no, it's someone's child, someone's brother, and it could happen to any family. More awareness is needed.

    For Family When Addiction Leads To Suicide

    Hey, you guys, don't feel guilty,
    It was just my time to go.
    I can see you're all feeling sad,
    I can see the tears still flow.

    My life's journey ended early,
    The path I chose was short.
    You all tried your best to change it,
    But in the end it was for me to sort.

    I know I caused you sadness,
    I know caused you pain,
    But I was captured by these demons,
    They wouldn't set me free again.

    They took away my freedom,
    They took away my choice,
    And when they got their hooks in,
    You could hear it in my voice.

    There were times I tried to fight them,
    There was a time I nearly won,
    But they came back and overpowered me,
    I had nowhere left to run.

    I haven't really left you guys,
    I am closer than you know,
    I will be the whisper in the wind,
    I will be everywhere you go.

    One day you will all forgive me
    One day you will understand
    And when your time on earth is done
    I will be waiting to take your hand.

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  10. 8. Husband And The Battle Of Addiction

    • By Julie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009

    Dedicated to my husband who is battling addiction.

    Wife On Husband's Addiction

    The words that have yet been spoken,
    the things I need to say
    to voice what's within my heart,
    I just can't find a way.

    I've fought with my emotions,
    I've held them deep inside.
    I didn't want to face what for so long
    you've tried to hide.

    I've been lost within the dark
    for so long I've seen no light.
    Holding on to the memory
    of a time when things were right.

    I've looked upon your face
    and seen the sadness in your eyes,
    the battle of addiction
    you no longer can disguise.

    I've prayed to find the answers
    of what I myself must do.
    And I've prayed for the strength to fight
    through the hell that I go through.

    I've held on for so long,
    but I can no longer watch you die.
    I cannot fight this for you,
    but Lord knows how I've tried.

    It's just so hard to watch the ones you love
    slowly slip away.
    That's why I just blocked it out
    and held onto yesterday.

    I don't have all the answers
    or the power to save your soul.
    You're broken, lost and lonely,
    and I cannot make you whole.

    This fight is yours and yours alone
    no matter what I do,
    for I cannot save you.
    The only one who can is you.

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  11. 9. My Mother Vs. Meth

    • By Brittany
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    My mother has been addicted to meth for as long as I can remember. It has affected my life in so many bad ways. I wrote this and put it into her mailbox as a way to tell her that I will have nothing to do with her anymore.

    Most days I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs.
    I want my mother back; who is this monster you have become?

    I really haven't known who you are for quite a while,
    But I try to act tough, so I force this fake smile.

    You love someone else way more than me.
    Her name is Crystal Meth, and I don't think she'll ever set you free.

    She's had you in her hands for about 10 years,
    But all of those years are nothing compared to my fear.

    Fear of you lying,
    Fear of you dying,
    Fear of having so much faith in you and just being left crying.

    You wrote me letters from prison and promised the sky.
    More than 3 years later and nothing but lies.

    Nothing but heartache, pain, and misery...
    I GET IT NOW; you chose her over me.

    You've told me to my face that it was drugs over me.
    Even that wasn't enough to make me see.

    Today you will tell me that you are clean.
    You give me so much hope, then tomorrow it's the same ole' dope phen.

    I'm telling you now that I am through with you.
    This comes from my heart and every word of it is true.

    I can't promise that I will be around to see,
    But when you get tired of that meth, you will see.
    All along you had something way better,
    And it was your family.

    I do thank you so much for one thing.
    Thank you for showing me how important a good mother should be
    And to never show my children the pain that you showed me.

    So, today I officially set myself free
    Because I know there's a stronger woman in me.

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  12. 10. 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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  13. 11. Why?

    • By Nicole
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008

    Both my parents were drug addicts all my life. My mom is still fighting heroin addiction. My dad is dead because of addiction, and now my lil sister is starting down the wrong path, and I am desperately trying to stop her. This is how I feel.

    My Sister Is Starting Drugs

    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.
    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.

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  14. 12. Needle & Spoon

    • By Deborah Lee Foster
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008

    I wrote this poem about my husband when he passed on in Dec. 2002. We were in love. We were high school sweethearts, and we were married for 26 years. Have 4 beautiful children. Then my husband started his addiction and everything changed. He was not the man I married, but I loved him just the same. His addiction took his life away from me, and I try every day to move on, but I can't seem to give my heart away to be shattered again. My husband died using a drug they call Oxycontin.

    Husband Addicted To Oxycontin

    My 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't

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  15. 13. 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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  16. 14. An Addict I'm Not

    • By Randi Gray
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2007

    For those who love the addict, but don't share in the addiction with them. We still live the life.

    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

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  17. 15. 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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  18. 16. 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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  19. 17. Because He Loves Cocaine

    • By Melissa Scott
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009

    I wrote this because I want him to quit.

    Dad Is An Addict

    I can see it in his eyes
    when he comes creeping in.
    He's been somewhere he promised me
    he'd never go again.
    He thinks that I won't know it.
    He thinks that I can't tell.
    But he forgets how many times
    he's put me through this hell.
    The deceit is never-ending.
    The betrayal. Silly lies.
    How can he even sit there
    and look me in the eyes?
    I've cried so many tears.
    I feel all alone.
    He's sitting right beside me,
    but he's not really home.
    This drug has taken over him.
    It's eating up his soul.
    It's made his heart so ugly.
    Black, like a piece of coal.
    I try to stand beside him.
    I try to give him love.
    I beg him to love me more than it,
    but I'm not good enough.
    This burden is so heavy.
    I cannot tell my friends.
    I pray to God to help him.
    I pray it someday ends.
    Please God hear me praying.
    Please God help him soon.
    We have a little baby
    who thinks he hung the moon.
    He is just 8 months old
    and I think it would be sad,
    If a kid as great as him
    has to grow up without a dad.
    But his daddy is slowly dying.
    Killing himself, without a care.
    I wish that he could understand
    that this just isn't fair.
    I have no happiness anymore.
    It's killing me as well.
    We always fight. We never laugh.
    We only scream and yell.
    This is our lives he's tearing apart.
    It's not a funny game.
    It's destroyed our family and killed our love.
    Because he loves "Cocaine."

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  20. 18. Most Fathers

    As a single mother, I wish to dedicate this poem to 2 young sons who are estranged from their father.

    Poem Wishing You Were Like Most Fathers

    Most fathers recall when their children were born -
    that instant bond that could never be torn.

    Most fathers watch as their children grow
    and develop a pride no other would know.

    Most fathers give advice and gently guide,
    helping their kids to take things in stride.

    Most fathers earn the title of dad
    by cherishing small things, even the bad.

    Most fathers strive to do their best,
    thinking how much they have been blessed.

    Most fathers do drink, but not to excess,
    Most fathers are different from you, I guess.

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  21. 19. 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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  22. 20. Crackling Rock

    • By Del Marie Malliaros
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008

    This is about crack through my eyes and the pain it causes, both physical and emotional, the power it has over you and the disgusting, scary aftereffect.

    Poem About Crack Cocaine

    It 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.

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