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. 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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  3. 2. 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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  5. 3. Puppet On A String

    • By Michelle
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009

    I wrote this to my husband, hoping it would make him see what his addiction is doing to our family. To this day, he is still battling meth and its strong hold. We are in the midst of his detox, and I pray to God this is the last time my family will have to witness the effects of coming off this drug. I gladly welcome your prayers for my husband's sobriety and lasting recovery. If you would like to read more poems written by me, my book is called "My Heart is an Open Book." Thanks for taking the time to read my poetry.

    Poem To My Meth Addict Husband

    You act like I know nothing about it, but I know enough.
    I know what it has done to you, I know what it's done to us.
    You're no longer a real person, more like a puppet on a string.
    Every single move you make is controlled by methamphetamine.
    I just can't seem to help you, can't break you away.
    I've tried to cut the strings so you could walk away.
    But without this attachment, your so-called support,
    Your body goes limp, and collapses to the floor.
    I can't lift you up, you fall right back down.
    Your body is like dead weight on the ground.
    I wish I could pull you to safety so you could be free.
    It's so hard to watch you be a puppet on a string.

    I'm figuring out that I can't do this anymore.
    You have to let me go, I need to walk out the door.
    I've been in entrapment, under lock and key
    With your love that's pushed me to insanity.
    Step aside, you must let me through.
    My heart's taken enough abuse.
    You have become someone I don't want to know.
    There's no other choice; I really have to go.
    You can make it okay because you can always pretend
    Whatever you want when the strings lift you back up again.

    You attempt to burn the past away
    While everything you loved melts away.
    Your new life has taken what was once my place.
    Tomorrow you can't always fix your mistakes.
    You have a million reasons, always an excuse.
    And most of all it's precious time that you abuse.

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  6. 4. 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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  7. 5. 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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  8. 6. 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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  9. 7. Till Meth Do We Part

    • By Lowell Aguirre
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008

    This is just a glimpse in to the love-hate relationship I have with my addiction to the ever popular Crystal Meth. I love to write and I am a recovering addict, at least for today. But like they say, "TAKE IT ONE DAY AT A TIME."

    I have a love for meth that no one can understand.
    And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
    Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
    Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.
    No matter what I'm going through, I know she's always there.
    Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair.
    When I'm with her, I'm invincible, having not the slightest fear.
    She fills my head with lies, so my problems seem to disappear.
    And sometimes she leaves me lonely, so much I've wished for death.
    And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
    But like I said before and repeat but once again,
    No one understands unless they've been through where I've been.
    On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
    On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
    But be that as it may, either prison life or death,
    Nothing will ever break this bond of love for my darling Crystal Meth.
    And as she slowly takes my life, I bid farewell goodbye.
    But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I'll be HIGH!

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  10. 8. 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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  11. 9. The Year Of The Dragon 1976

    • By Cheryl Chartier
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A poem about the perils of drug use written by a mother whose child got entangled in its seductive grip. The child is the dragon, and drugs are referred to as the tiger.

    Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.

    Capable and caring,
    Sensitive but strong,
    The life of the Young Dragon
    Couldn't go wrong.

    Upright and steadfast,
    Courageous with might,
    Who knew the Dragon
    Would get lost in the night.

    For the Dragon met Tiger,
    Who lured him away,
    Into the jungle
    Of life's tumultuous way.

    Down the path of
    Destruction, sorrow and woes,
    Down the path of
    Seduction, deceit and morose.

    The Tiger made promises
    Which led Dragon astray,
    Away from his mother, siblings and wife,
    Away from the people who'd given him life.

    Deep into the jungle
    Dragon followed Tiger.
    Farther off the path of the good life
    Deeper on the road of sorrow and strife.

    And when the Dragon was
    Broken, desolate and alone,
    Looking through bars
    At the life that he'd known,

    Tiger smiled and nodded his head,
    For the beautiful Dragon
    Was standing alone
    Far from his life, his family and home.

    But Tiger underestimated
    The Spirit of love,
    Looking out for Dragon
    From high up above.

    Spirit opened doors
    By providing the keys,
    All Dragon had to do
    Was reach for these.

    Be strong, Young Dragon,
    Do what you must,
    Before vicious Tiger
    Turns you to dust.

    Reject all he offers,
    Come back to the way.
    We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
    Please join us today.

    Come back from the jungle,
    The Tiger and harm.
    We're waiting, Dear Dragon,
    With wide-open arms.

    The path will be twisted,
    And hardships abound,
    With determination as your companion,
    You'll gain the high ground.

    Your new life awaits you,
    Grab on and demand
    That the Tiger who holds you,
    Desist and disband.

    Shuck off your demons,
    Dig deep down inside,
    And know that the Spirit
    Has nothing but pride.

    Pride for the Dragon
    Who was led astray,
    Because Dragon has the courage
    To keep Tiger at bay.

    M. A. D.
    (mother against drugs)
    Cheryl Chartier
    Mother's Day
    May 9, 2004

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  12. 10. Please Stop Drinking, Mom

    • By Kayla S. Birdno
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A daughter begs her mother who has become an abusive alcoholic to reconsider what she is becoming.

    Poem About Abusive Alcoholic

    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.

    One day it's going to end up getting worse.
    It hurts me how you yell and curse.
    Stop it, before it's too late.
    Mom, this is not your fate.

    You used to care.
    You used to be there.
    Now you've gone away.
    Mom, please stop today.

    Bruises and hits.
    Temperamental fits.
    All is causing me pain.
    Mom, stop yelling. I'm not to blame.

    You're drinking away what's left of you.
    It's hurting me, and you're hurting me, too.
    I've cried. I've begged. What more can I do?
    Mom, I've tried to help. And I've tried to still love you.

    It's hard when I'm only neglected.
    When all I ever wanted was to be accepted.
    I know I'm not perfect, but look at you now.
    Mom, you've got to stop this somehow.

    You've beaten me down once more.
    My heart's broken, and I'm lying on the floor.
    How much more of this can I take?
    Mom, please. Give me a break.

    You brought me into this life.
    And you cause me all this strife.
    But are you going to take me out of this world, too?
    Mom, stop before that comes true.

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  13. 11. No Stem Or Needles For Me Anymore

    • By Denise
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008

    I started drugs (alcohol and weed) when I was 13, and it progressed to crack and heroin. I am now in rehab and going through a hard and long process. I am here to talk to anyone. I write to get my feelings out and not use, and I just hope someone might just appreciate them even though they aren't the prettiest. Bless all of you who deal with family on drugs and good luck.

    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.
    No calls from the dope man asking, "You all good?"
    For I am changing and won't be that fool.
    My inside was decaying and dying inside
    With nobody special to call to confide.
    I have met so many special women who have changed my life.
    I never want to go back to that drug infested life.

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  14. 12. I Never Asked You To Be My Dad

    As I've grown older I've come to realize that alcoholism is a disease. However, the fact that alcoholism is a disease does nothing to help all the young children that are abused on a daily basis by alcoholic parents. Let's pray they get the help they desperately need.

    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.

    I never asked for the hurt and pain,
    Or for the nights that were half insane.
    I never asked for fights that were wild,
    Or to grow up a bewildered child.

    I never asked you to beat up my Mom,
    Or for a blanket to help keep me warm.
    I never asked you to leave me alone,
    Or to grow up in a broken down home.

    I never asked for this horrible life,
    Or for the conflicts, the quarrels and strife.
    I never once asked that I be defiled,
    Or to grow up a bewildered child.

    I never asked to be raised in prison,
    Or to see darkness though the sun had risen.
    I never asked you to raise Holy Hell,
    Or for my bedroom to be like a jail cell.

    I never asked to be used and abused,
    Or to sit in my room dazed and confused.
    I never asked for the crap that has piled,
    Or to grow up a bewildered child.

    I never asked for a brand new bike,
    Or for any toys that I used to like.
    I never asked you to throw me a ball,
    Or for the bruises when I took a "fall".

    I never asked once but I'm asking you now,
    I hope you make me understand somehow.
    How you could treat me so freaking bad,
    That I never asked you to be my Dad.

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  15. 13. Never Say Never

    • By Lisa
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2008

    I grew up with two parents who were both addicts. My mom now has 7 years clean!! My father is in prison till 2020, and I told myself as long as I can remember that I would never become like them, and by the time I realized that, I have become them. It was too late, and addiction slapped me in the face!!

    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.
    I sometimes wish that when I open my eyes all this would be a dream.
    I never imagined that I would do what I have done just to get high.
    I never wanted addiction to be a reason I could die.
    I never planned on throwing my life completely down the drain.
    I never took the time to think what I was getting myself in.
    So ever say never because you may be like me living a life I Never wanted to be.

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  16. 14. My Last Pain

    • By Monica Joyce
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2007

    This is dedicated to the way my mom was when I was raised and some of the stuff I deal with today.

    Another spill down the drain,
    one more pill to drown my pain.
    Is it a cover up or a disguise
    I don't think I'll ever stop and realize.

    More hurt and dissatisfying tears.
    One more bad picture, then I face my fears.
    I'll always be scared deep down inside
    But yet I still continue to deny.

    I feel there is no one to turn to in my time of need.
    So I light up a big one, and smoke some weed.
    To me, my life is just one big joke.
    A life of heroine, alcohol, not to mention coke.

    These are substitutes to make me fly.
    I feel I have nothing to worry about when I am high.
    Some of the drugs hit so fast
    Then I say to myself, "This will be the last."

    But more pain and anger builds up in my heart.
    I know what I need to numb my parts.
    Suddenly I feel that high again.
    I don't care who I hurt or the sin within.

    I start thinking I just want to die.
    There is no one who cares or questions why?
    I decide to take that last shot once more.
    Then I am gone, there is nothing to live for.

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  17. 15. My Josh

    • By Sue Cushing
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011

    I think the poem tells the story: drugs stole my son while I was busy working and providing a roof, food, and clothes. He was always so bright, so full of potential, and I blame myself (although HE never has) for not paying closer attention. My naive outlook on life (in particular my own family) made this even harder to deal with.

    The Monster's Name Is DOPE

    In my mind I hold a picture
    Of how we used to be
    For everything you needed
    You could turn to me.
    I still see that sweet faced baby
    And the toddler full of joy
    The charming little person
    And the athletic growing boy.
    Every phase I relished
    Treasuring every day
    All the while knowing
    Someday you'd grow away.

    I guess I wasn't watching
    Not holding up my end
    Because I swear I never saw
    When evil stole in on the wind.
    I sensed something was different
    I knew something was wrong
    But tried to justify my part
    "The Single Mother's Song."
    When I finally woke up
    Nowhere left to hide
    I cried and swore, yelled and begged
    But I was always on your side!

    Through all the broken promises
    The stealing and the lies,
    Somehow I still could find my son
    When I looked into your eyes.
    The phone became my enemy
    Each ring could bring my death
    Because I feared the words I'd hear
    I lived holding my breath.
    The road has not been easy
    But I've always lived in hope
    Because I know you're not the enemy
    The monster's name is DOPE.
    This disease will never leave you
    You'll struggle One Day At A Time,
    You won't always be a junkie
    But you WILL always be MINE.

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  18. 16. 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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  19. 17. 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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  20. 18. What Happened?

    • By Angelita Alvarez
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    She had a sister who was also her best friend. Now her sister is addicted to heroin, and all she can do is pray that her sister will win the battle against this powerful substance.

    Sister Addicted To Drugs Poem

    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.
    I never thought she would end up this way.
    It hurts me knowing I can't help her, so all I do is pray,
    I pray for her to open her eyes before it's too late.
    Dealing drugs and stealing became her hobby,
    I guess she doesn't care if her kids end up without a mommy.
    Why can't she be the way she was before?
    Now that was my sister, the one that always loved me more.
    She was my best friend, we were always together,
    Nothing ever kept us apart because we promised we'd be sisters forever.
    I guess forever finally came to an end.
    She doesn't love me anymore now, heroin became her new friend.
    I cry every time something reminds me of my sister,
    I feel anger and pain inside knowing I can't help her.
    But I won't lose faith,
    Every night I will pray,
    'Cause I know someday God will show her the way.
    So now I put this poem to an end and wish only for the best,
    I pray it's never my sister who will someday be laid to rest!

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  21. 19. 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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  22. 20. 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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