Monkey Business
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,
He's a tricky little guy.
I thought that he was dead and gone.
I thought he said goodbye.
I can relate a lot to this as well. I'm married to an addict. He just got out of prison this month and is already back in jail for meth. He's 40 years old and we have four kids together, and...
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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.
Hi, my name is Lilly and I'm 15 years old, and my father has been struggling with meth for quite some time. He recently got out of jail and was doing well...until he started using again, and...
Welcome, welcome,
step right up.
I'll give you confidence,
I'll bring you luck!
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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?
Fantastic words and all so true. I've been an addict for 30 years. I'm almost 50 years old, and I can't give up the pipe. It takes all my money, and it's taken my soul. I was a nice person...
I smell the whiskey on your breath.
And you beg for me to put your temper to the test.
You slap me around and call me names.
Mom, I'm sick of playing these games.
Wow. This brought back so many painful memories for me, and I can relate to everything you have written. No one who has not been through this will ever understand our pain or our sorrow, our...
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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A Letter To A Drug Dealer.
As you read this letter
I want you to know the devastation
My name is Dylan, and I am 17 years old. I started selling drugs when I was twelve because my mom and dad where dope fiends. I had to take care of my sister who can't walk. I had to feed her,...
At long last the phone call.
Then the questions.
How?
Why?
Ethan died Nov 10 2018. After such grief, we now have figured the torture this child went thru every day to wake up in the afternoon and wonder where are the drugs today and how do I pay. As...
Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.
Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
This poem has struck me so very deeply. I am glad to have stumbled upon it. As a young mother of two and a second generation addict, I have many doubts in myself and my success. In front of...
I never asked you to be my Dad,
To slap me around and treat me 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...