Addiction Poems

Addiction Recovery Poems

Addiction can turn a perfectly healthy individual into a complete mess. There are many things that one can become addicted to. The common denominator is that it can ruin your life. Whether it be gambling, drugs, or some other kind of substance abuse, your life can quickly spin out of control if you aren't careful. There are some people that are born with an addictive personality. They may try a drug one time and it can ruin their lives forever. Others experiment with all sorts of lifestyle choices and nothing seems to stick to them. When it comes to addiction, there is nothing fair about it.

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1. My Master

This is something I wrote in the deepest part of my addiction. I am proud to say that I am in recovery now but still wanted to share.

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- By Selena Odom
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I have a master of an evil kind.
He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.
At first he was fun and cool,
But soon I became his fool.

I have a master of an evil kind.
He totally controls my body, soul, and mind.
At first he was fun and cool,
But soon I became his fool.
A victim without a chance,
He took my life in just a glance.
He's so sneaky and full of deceit.
I wonder why we ever had to meet.
Thanks to my master, I am now someone I hate.
I used to have a life, and it was somewhat great.
Now all I do is cheat, steal, and lie,
And then lie in bed praying to die.
Still I can't leave my master for any reason.
He's too strong and his control is never ceasin'.
He's the one I run to when I wake.
I can't rid him, even for my children's sake.
I used to be loving, caring, and enjoyed my life,
But that was before my master took me for his wife.
Everyone says I don't look like the type.
They can't picture me locked in my room smoking a pipe.
I once was a pretty girl from the South,
But now I am left with teeth rotting in my mouth.
My master says, "You'll never stay clean;
You love me too much to be happy and serene."
He loves that I don't even bother trying
And gravels when I am miserably crying.
I'm already dead really, just a shell.
My master gave me a life of pure hell.
Yes, I have a master of the most evil kind.
He took over and everything good was left behind.
He shows no mercy to religion, sex, or age.
He only searches for his next victim in which to engage.
I pray you never meet my master.
If your paths cross, run fast and then run faster.
Just in case, he goes by Meth, Crystal, or Ice,
And I am begging you to just take my advice.
No one should have to succumb to this Master of misery and shame.
Trust me, this is your life and not a game!
Nothing good will ever come from knowing this dark demon,
So don't ever try him, no matter how unbearable life is seemin'.
My master took me and broke my spirit.
So don't meet him, just don't hear it.
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2. The Voice Of Addiction

I wrote this after I reached my first year of sobriety.

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- By Carrie Roush
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Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And I've watched you pace the halls.

Well, it's nice to finally meet you.
I've been waiting for your call.
I've noticed you've been crying,
And I've watched you pace the halls.

Whatever has been hurting you,
I can make it disappear.
You know you have nothing to lose,
Nothing to live for, nothing to fear.

Thank you for your invention.
I'll be sure not to leave your side.
We'll become very fast acquainted.
My naive child, there's no use trying to hide.

I should probably introduce myself.
I am your very own addiction.
But you cannot be angry with me.
I am you own self-conviction.

I bet you feel rather stupid,
Falling right into my lap.
I'm a master at manipulation.
You'll never escape my trap.

How does it feel to dance with the Devil?
For he and I are one in the same.
God has completely abandoned you,
So you might as well stay in the game.

Are you honestly going to try and beat me?
A useless battle if you want to know.
Go ahead and make an attempt.
Besides, I'm in the mood for a good show.

I guess you think you're special.
But your sobriety has only lasted a year.
I'm still around every corner,
In the back of your mind.
I'm your greatest fear.

I'll always be your dirty little secret.
I won't disappear over time.
Twenty years from now you may falter,
And I'll be the first thing that comes to mind.

A vicious cycle, that's what you're thinking,
But I'm only speaking the truth.
I'm Satan's weapon of mass destruction.
The silent killer of America's youth.

It's genius when you think of it.
Everyone's looking for some Armageddon war.
But what the fools don't realize
Is every day Armageddon walks through their front door.
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3. A Letter From Your Disease

This poem will break your heart if you have ever been through it or know someone that has gone through it.

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- By Siera
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Hello fellow addicts I am your disease,
I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,

I will always be here no matter where you go,

Hello fellow addicts I am your disease,
I will never let you sleep or put your mind at ease,

I will always be here no matter where you go,
I am smarter than you and I am in control,

Family, friends, and loved ones they won't matter anymore,
I'll take everything you got and still want something more

I was there for you in the good times but mostly in the bad,
I've made you feel so happy but in the end you was always sad

You will lie to everyone and say that I ain't real,
but if that's the case why can't you put down that pill

I come in many forms, and shapes, and size
Then following comes denial, deceit, and lies

I will turn you from everyone that tries to take you from me
Together we will spend all eternity

I'll embrace you in my arms and I'll never set you free,
Spend our life together won't that make you happy,

Don't let those people tell you what I am all about,
Cause then you'll find a way; a way to kick me out

Well here I go now I'll just be on my way
but not for to much longer cause I still have much to say

So when you think I'm gone and you can finally be at ease,
Just remember this I will always be your disease.
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4. Dear Addiction

I wrote this poem in a very short time while I was in a treatment center for addiction. I know addiction is a very big problem for people in this world, and hopefully this can be an inspiration for someone struggling with this disease the way I have. Since writing this, I am doing a lot better, but it is a daily battle trying to get my life back in order. The only words of advice I have is just take it one day at a time. Thank you for reading.

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- By Zeb Edington
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with permission of the Author.
Inspiring Change For Addicts

I'm writing this to you,
Telling you we're through.
I can't take you anymore,
Don't know what I liked you for.

I'm writing this to you,
Telling you we're through.
I can't take you anymore,
Don't know what I liked you for.
All you did was wear me out.
Now I know what you're all about.

You came to me with promise and joy,
Now look at all the things you destroy.
Families, lives, bank accounts, you see.
You ruined it all with one little tease.
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal.

Why can't you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I'll never find?
Everyone at home doesn't understand
How you rip me apart then lend me a hand.
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I'll make you my bride.

Then I sit and wonder why,
Why do you really want me to die?
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you'll help them through.
Then they fall for your lending hand,
Only to realize you're nothing but a scam.

You promised me heaven and sent me to hell.
You ruined my life and then wished me well.
Watch me now as I go on my way.
I'm washing myself of all your pain.
So you and your power can just leave me be.
I'm taking my life and setting it free.
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5. Sunshine After Rain

This poem was written when I went to treatment in 2002. I loved drugs and being high. I was a good person doing bad things. I lost my family, and my heart breaks every day. But I pray that I will continue to find that sunshine. I finally learned the difference between needing recovery and wanting it.

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- By Brenda Winders
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Inspirational Poem About Addiction

One day when I was young, I heard a knock at my door.
It sounded familiar, like I had heard it before.
I opened the door, and to my surprise,
There stood a young lady with blond hair and brown eyes.

One day when I was young, I heard a knock at my door.
It sounded familiar, like I had heard it before.
I opened the door, and to my surprise,
There stood a young lady with blond hair and brown eyes.

She said, "I have the answers; are you ready to play?"
So I grabbed my money and I said okay.
There were the answers that I had always sought.
Liquids, pills, and powders, and I bought and bought.

Then one day, my friend suddenly changed.
Her face became ugly, calloused, and deranged.
She grabbed my hand and we tore through the town.
My loved ones and friends could only watch and frown.

She kept whispering something I could only guess.
It sounded like she was repeating, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

How quickly from fun to very near death.
How quickly from one beer, to smoking crystal meth.
I thought of my family, oh what a mess,
But all I heard was screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes."

I had to find help; I was at my wits end.
I had lost my child, my family, and my friends.

I said, "God are you there? Can you help me, please?"
A sudden peace came over me and I fell to my knees.
God answered the riddle that so long I did guess.
Why my addiction kept screaming, "Yes, Yes, Yes"

It's because I kept asking night after night
It's going to be different this time, right?

I said, "God, I'm not worth it; I feel like a jerk."
He said, "Suit up and show up; it's time to go to work."

Now it's been eight months since I had my last drink.
It's given me time to remember and think.

So I am here to tell you in this little rhyme.
Life keeps getting better one day at a time.
So when you think you are going insane.
There's always sunshine after the rain.
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6. Hey Boy ... Hey Girl

I was inspired to write this poem after witnessing so many people, including family members and close friends, fall victim to crack-cocaine. By God's Grace, I've never experienced any drug or alcohol abuse but I've seen the many lives that have been destroyed and families that have been broken. Zeb, if your reading this, congrats...one day at a time.... RoseAnn (Diggs) Bennett September, 1987 © 1988
- By Rose Bennett
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Poem About Crack Addiction

Hey Boy...Hey Girl
Let me introduce myself to you
Most people call me "Crack" but I'm Jum to you
If I don't get you that first time second or third

Hey Boy...Hey Girl
Let me introduce myself to you
Most people call me "Crack" but I'm Jum to you
If I don't get you that first time second or third
I'll certainly get you that fourth time, mark my work

Hey boy, come on and feel my blast
Hey girl, watch out, I may be your last
Some say I only last a minute or two
And you know what, that's probably true

I'll make you feel good, 'cause I'm so bad
I'll make you give up everything you ever had
Your whole pay check will come to me
And I'll give you a blast for a day or three

When that blast's all over and gone, you see
You'll bring your watch and stereo to me
Next you'll bring your TV and then your VCR
And soon enough, I'll have your car

Hey boy, hey girl why don't you wake up
'For I'm not even worth your every buck
I tried to make you feel like I'm our friend
But look what I do to you in the end

I'll strip you of everything including your pride
I'll make you feel as if you just died
Let me tell you something that's very very true
You don't do me, I do you

If you still doubt which way to go
When you see me just say no
Hey boy, hey girl don't come my way
'Cause I'm not a toy and I don't play
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7. I'm Your Disease

I have been battling an eating disorder for 20 years. I have been unable to tell anyone about it because it has been my friend. I am slowly being able to face this disease, and writing helps me to express how I feel and how much control it has over me. Now having daughters of my own, I want to set an honest example of body image, but I am unable to until I deal with this myself. I fought a drug addiction. Now I have to fight an eating addiction.
- By Jodi
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with permission of the Author.
Fighting An Eating Disorder

Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.

Shaking and trembling is what I feel,

Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.

Shaking and trembling is what I feel,
purging my thoughts is how I heal.

Feelings of emptiness that have no depth.
Disappointment climbs the walls inside my chest.

You've lied to me all these years,
holding in the pain that has caused so many tears.

You think you're strong, but I make you weak.
I know the truth you're looking to seek.

You thought you had control over me all these years.
I'm your friend when you looked into your mirror.

You think you can forget me and run and hide.
I'm the only one who has stuck by your side.

I've given you comfort and relief.
Why now do you treat me like a thief.

I've stolen from you your sense of pride,
not letting you see that you are beautiful on the inside.

I've come to steal your strength and health.
Don't look to me to give you wealth.

You've been fighting this battle all alone.
Haven't you figured it out that you can't do this on your own?

This has been our secret for so long.
Do you have the courage to make you strong?

I'm the monster you won't admit,
afraid that now you'll have to commit.
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8. King Cocaine

I wrote this poem to show the arrogance of an addict. No matter how dismal the situation may be an addict can convince him or herself that things ain't that bad. You cannot scare an addict because an addict has no fear. Even when we see our friends die of overdoses we still think it won't happen to us.
- By Ronald Doe
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009 with permission of the Author.
Poem About The Arrogance Of An Addict

King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.

King Cocaine has come out smoking,
I've taken hit after hit.
It's plain to see he's not joking,
And it's obvious I should to quit.
There's no attack for me to mount,
I do not belong in this fight.
I should just stay down for the count,
But it's still early in the night.

King Cocaine has come out swinging,
The Champ is pushing me around.
Misery is what he's bringing,
His jabs are making my head pound.
My confidence is badly bruised,
My ego is shattered again.
All night long I have been abused.
But something tells me I can win.

King Cocaine has ruled the whole night,
Because The Master is quite deft.
He's hit me with so many rights,
He's got me begging for a left.
Once again I am on the ropes,
The Champ is having me for lunch
My pride tells me my only hope,
Is to knock him out with one punch.

King Cocaine has won every round,
It's plain to see the end is near.
It's obvious I should stay down,
Let the misery end right here.
Because I know I'm bound to die,
If I don't throw the towel in.
But I look The Champ in the eye,
I then get up and fight again.

King Cocaine is pleasing the crowd,
Dancing like Muhammad Ali.
Acting like he has done them proud,
As he moves in to knock out me.
I hear the crowd begin to cheer,
I hear The Champ say, "This is it."
I tell him, "I'm still standing here,"
Before I take my final hit.
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9. Welcome To Hell

This poem is my life from the age of 13. I'm still losing the battle to addiction at age 33. Prisons, rehabs, and a passed Mom has become my fate. This is all I know... I don't want it, but I'm too tired to try something different (failure would do me in). My kids and family accept me being a junkie. They're scared I'll die in the drug world? No, I'm one of the unlucky ones- I've lived every heart-breaking day of it. In the poem I wrote "she's dead" because that's how I feel. Dead, merely existing...
- By Nelly Barnes
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'Welcome to Hell," the sign should've read,
Reaching your destination-all in your head!
"Last call for the train heading to Nowhere Fast,"
The memories you create will forever last.

'Welcome to Hell," the sign should've read,
Reaching your destination-all in your head!
"Last call for the train heading to Nowhere Fast,"
The memories you create will forever last.
You want to buy a ticket? What's the cost, you ask?
Just hop on board, we'll talk once you're trashed.
Close your eyes and picture something grand.
No peeking! Now trust me, and give me your hand!
To a beach with water and the sun shining down.
Open up! No beach here, you're hell-bound.
Of course there's water! But it's for your rig and spoon.
Lil' girl, don't be afraid; 14 years old isn't that soon.
The men don't bite, but you'll be messed up beyond belief.
When you do pass out, not remembering - a relief.
Ashamed to face Mommy! Got to have that coke!
Shooting dope every day; a girl with dreams lost all hope.
I laugh at you as you toss your life in the wind.
Too far gone...it's us 'til the end.
I'll be there when you lose your pride.
When you forget your morals, I'm at your side.
You'll cheat and steal to have that fix.
Won't take baby to the doctor although she's sick.
Getting a pill - definitely #1 on the list.
Oops. Another appointment baby missed.
Nanny buys diapers because Mommy stays high.
Daddy hits Mommy and the children cry.
After years of this bliss the kids got took,
Mommy is a junkie and fast becoming a crook.
You'll land in jail, a drug addict you remain.
Your heart turns cold as you play the game.
Do not pass go - strip your dignity right here.
This old man wants you, dry your tears,
Quote a price! Self-respect long forgotten,
You'd sell your soul to the devil for an Oxycontin.
I told you girl the destination is in your head!
"Welcome To Hell!" Next stop... Well, she's dead.
I told you that I'd stick it out 'til the end.
For me, you traded your dreams and kids,
Your Addiction, Life, and your faithful Friend.
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10. Dear Heroin

This poem is about my addiction problem with heroin. It states the steps of my addiction. Gladly I can say as of January 5, 2008, I will be a year clean. Thanks to my family, my two boys, my fiancé, and SPHS Behavioral Health Treatment that I am still attending. I got a great support group, and I take it day by day. Each and every day I get stronger with my recovery. THANKS
- By Summer Sager
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
Poem About Overcoming A Drug Addiction

I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

I am angry...

You made me believe you were the cure for my every kind of pain.
I had you wrapped around me while I let you take control of my veins.

At this point in time I didn't know who or what you turned me into,
But you made it impossible to get through days without you.

You had control of my body now, and if I didn't choose you,
you made me feel so sick to where I was helpless, not knowing what to do.

By now I started doing the things I swore I would never do,
lying and stealing off the people who didn't mean a thing to you.

You had me convinced that throughout my life you were determined to stay,
that I did not have that option of turning and walking away.

Before you know it, everyone I loved saw this side of me that was hurting them inside.
Every time they questioned, I did what you taught me to do...lie.

I wanted to let you go and get you out of my way,
so scared to tell someone, imagining what they would say.

Don't want to be judged, it was a decision I would have to make,
but I've wasted so much time; it was a little too late.

Being put in jail was something I knew it was going to come down to,
but it made me free of relief knowing that I could not get to you.

It was a struggle but a worthwhile fight
because now I am in control and you are out of my life.

Being sober turned me into the person I've always wanted to be,
and that was the one day you were praying I would never see.

Now I am doing the good things I never imagined myself to do,
and proudly I can say I am doing them without you.
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11. The Year Of The Dragon 1976

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.
- By Cheryl Chartier
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006 with permission of the Author.
Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.

Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,

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. Recovering

New into recovery, I wrote this. It was the beginning of my journey into sobriety!
- By Selena Odom
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2018 with permission of the Author.
Recovering From An Addiction

I'm all alone and feel I'm smothering.
It's because of the addiction I've been covering.
Why does the chaos never cease?
All I need is just a little peace!

I'm all alone and feel I'm smothering.
It's because of the addiction I've been covering.
Why does the chaos never cease?
All I need is just a little peace!
I feel so beaten down and weak-
Yet all day long it's drugs I seek.

Today I'll try a brand new scene.
It's to my Heavenly Father I'll lean.
I prayed so hard with all my heart.
I heard Him say, "You'll have a fresh start."
For now I'm held in His hand.
Life is a lot easier to understand.
I'm not alone and no longer smothering.
I'm just an addict truly recovering.
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13. Puppet On A String

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.
- By Michelle Meece
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009 with permission of the Author.
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.

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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14. Addict

A powerful poem, a day in the life of an addict trying to stay clean for another day. This is for everyone who helped me. My treatment center I went to, my family. Ya'll don't gotta judge us, we just got a disease. I wrote this on my 26th day of sobriety. I stand strong.
- By Rian Kays
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2007 with permission of the Author.
Day In The Life Of An Addict Poem

For the rest of my life, cursed with this disease.
For all those who suffer, we just got to believe.
Believing in yourself is the hardest thing to do,
so take a look in the mirror and ask do you see you?

For the rest of my life, cursed with this disease.
For all those who suffer, we just got to believe.
Believing in yourself is the hardest thing to do,
so take a look in the mirror and ask do you see you?
Every day and every night we hurt,
wishing we were taken care of by a nurse.
This morning I woke up, fell out of my bed.
Wish I had some pills for the pain in my head.
What ya'll don't know is what ya'll don't see...
the disease trying to take control makes me want to bleed.
Past memories, shooting up all these cravings.
I don't want to use, I pray, I'm begging.
Please strengthen me, for every day is a new day,
but where's my strength, when all I do is lay.
No energy, no effort to be who I want to be.
The life of an addict, can't you see?
This battle has been won.
The war, my friend, will forever go on.
So now what are you going to do?
Hold my head up high and try not to get the blues!
No more smoking powder out of that pipe.
I'm in the fight for my life.
I've come a long way, so you don't got to judge.
When standing next to me, don't give me that nudge.
If you really want to know, I will tell
my journal, turned into a book; it might sell.
My dreams are now back in sight
with help through the darkness is that light.
Shocked and smiling, knowing I did survive
through this disease. Thank God, I am still alive.
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15. A Life That's Wasted

This poem is about the struggle of heroin. I lost someone I was very close to from it, and my heart is still hurting. I hope you enjoy it.
- By Josselyn Jackman- Williams
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2009 with permission of the Author.
Heroin

a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
he knows he's been fighting this addiction too long

a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
he knows he's been fighting this addiction too long

he says he's sorry
he says he'll try
he thinks of a prayer and looks up to the sky

it hurts so much
he just can't stop
he shoots the drugs until he drops

he drops his hopes
he drops his spirit
his soul cries out, you just can't hear it

a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
the results of heroin - he just couldn't move on

he slowly lets go
he is slowly dying
he takes his last breaths and quickly starts crying

his life is gone now,
wasted away
the day his life ends, today is the day
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16. Goodbye

This is just a little piece of my daily struggle.
- By Nathan Chance
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2009 with permission of the Author.
Fighting Against Addiction

The time has come to say goodbye
Don't be sad, and please don't cry
The times we shared were full of fun
When I needed someone you were the one

The time has come to say goodbye
Don't be sad, and please don't cry
The times we shared were full of fun
When I needed someone you were the one
Hand in hand, you always were there
Easing my pain, I really thought you cared
Then you started to take over my life
It felt so natural I didn't think twice
I lost control and let things get outta hand
The madness stops here, please understand
My journey ahead is bound to be long
God, help me do this, please make me strong
I have to do this, here's my reason why
If our love affair continues, I'm going to die
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17. My Fight With Meth

I've been on a long and hard road recovering from meth. I know first hand the struggle we all face in our recovery. I lost my daughters, my family, and was homeless for six months. Three times I checked myself into a rehab before I could take control of this disease. It was a lot of hard work and a lot of pain to deal with before I could love myself enough to stay clean. Keep your head up, it is possible!!
- By Amber Jones
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011 with permission of the Author.
I wanted to give up so badly today and let my addiction win,
but my heart is too strong to let my body give in.
I've been down that road too many times before,
a life and a struggle, that I don't want anymore.

I wanted to give up so badly today and let my addiction win,
but my heart is too strong to let my body give in.
I've been down that road too many times before,
a life and a struggle, that I don't want anymore.
I will keep fighting, and I will move on,
until all the side effects of my addiction are gone.
Taking a lifetime to recover from this,
but all the pain and suffering I do not miss.
I'll never forget the person I left in my past,
so beaten and broken, from living life too fast.
The pain and the memories, I swore I'd never let go,
the tears and the heart break I finally let show.
I had to face myself, to learn who I was inside,
running for so long, I knew I could no longer hide.
I wanted out, I wanted to break free of this,
but I have to admit the pills and the dope I still miss.
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18. Icy Hell

Fighting with dope, fighting against a demon
- By S Raine
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008 with permission of the Author.
Looking forward with fear I stare.
I face the mirror to see there.
I've lost my family, my friends are few.
You've controlled my life but now I'm through.

Looking forward with fear I stare.
I face the mirror to see there.
I've lost my family, my friends are few.
You've controlled my life but now I'm through.
I'm finally strong enough to fight.
By myself I'll make this right.
I've lived in hell with my demon.
I've done your deeds, a life of scheming.
All I've loved I've lost, no hope.
All that's left is you and dope.
Seeing life smoked through a glass
To erase the memories from my past.
With every hit I kept you strong.
I've stayed weak for far too long.
I'm taking back all you stole.
My life, my love, my world, my soul.
Today's the day I leave this jail.
So take your demon and go to hell.
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19. Good-Bye

After battling Alcoholism for more then 20 years, I just woke up one morning and decided that I'd had enough.

It was then that I sat down and wrote this poem. I haven't touched a drop since.
That was 7 years ago...................
- By Shirley J. Stankiewicz
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
Battling Alcoholism

(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind

(Ode to Alcohol)
The queasy feeling in my stomach
The pounding in my head
The only thoughts in my mind
Were wishing I was dead

My forehead covered in cold sweats
Body shakes beyond control
The endless aching in my bones
As you consumed my very soul

The minutes turned into hours
The hours turned into days
suddenly, every moment that I ever lived
Was just a smoke filled haze

As I watched my body waste away
And my life slowly coming to an end
I realized. That I was wrong
You're the devil & not my friend

So, I'm taking back what's left of my life
Not one more second will you dominate
I'll bet the strength that lives in me
You didn't anticipate

Cast you spell on someone else
Find another unsuspecting prey
I came to live, NOT to die
And my life begins TODAY...
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20. This Is My Life (On Heroin)

This is a poem I wrote on February 1st, 2009 about withdrawing from Prescription medication and Heroin after using for weeks on end. Everything in this Poem is true, I feel I may have even left the worst parts out. If this poem can maybe keep one person from trying heroin for the first
time...well, that's a miracle.
- By Reanna Delavega
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2010 with permission of the Author.
Again and again, going through withdrawals
My eyes flutter, my skin crawls

Like many times before, I nod off again

Again and again, going through withdrawals
My eyes flutter, my skin crawls

Like many times before, I nod off again
In seconds I come to, unsure of where I am

I don't know, if I can take anymore
I'm sick yet again, and laying on the floor

The acid from my stomach, comes up my throat
This is my life...Lost without hope

All I can feel, is my bones violently shake
One little hit, is all it would take

It's hard to believe, i've gotten so weak
That I allow the tears, that roll down my cheek

My blood is cold, my veins are hot
My legs twitch, my arms flop

I try to get up, the pain only grows
The heater on full blast, the fan always blows

I won't wanna eat
I know I can't sleep

Never thought, i'd be this close to dying
All I can do, is lay here crying

I lay in my tub, soaking in the heat
My body feeling, brutally beat

I attempt to stand, the room goes black
I lay back down, my soul is trapped

All of this, may seem unreal
Yet many days, this is how I feel

My eyes wonder, I can't see straight
My mind goes back, to that place I hate

I feel the poison, leaking through my pores
I pick at my skin, leaving nothing but sores

I stay a little longer, laying in this dirty floor
Praying...Not to feel, these pains anymore

This is my life....
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Addiction Poems

Addiction Recovery Poems

27 Poems that Capture the Struggle of Addiction

1. My Master

This is something I wrote in the deepest part of my addiction. I am proud to say that I am in recovery now but still wanted to share.

2. The Voice Of Addiction

I wrote this after I reached my first year of sobriety.

3. A Letter From Your Disease

This poem will break your heart if you have ever been through it or know someone that has gone through it.

4. Dear Addiction

5. Sunshine After Rain

6. Hey Boy ... Hey Girl

7. I'm Your Disease

8. King Cocaine

9. Welcome To Hell

10. Dear Heroin

11. The Year Of The Dragon 1976

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.

12. Recovering

New into recovery, I wrote this. It was the beginning of my journey into sobriety!

13. Puppet On A String

14. Addict

A powerful poem, a day in the life of an addict trying to stay clean for another day. This is for everyone who helped me. My treatment center I went to, my family. Ya'll don't gotta judge us, we just got a disease. I wrote this on my 26th day of sobriety. I stand strong.

15. A Life That's Wasted

This poem is about the struggle of heroin. I lost someone I was very close to from it, and my heart is still hurting. I hope you enjoy it.

16. Goodbye

This is just a little piece of my daily struggle.

17. My Fight With Meth

18. Icy Hell

Fighting with dope, fighting against a demon

19. Good-Bye

After battling Alcoholism for more then 20 years, I just woke up one morning and decided that I'd had enough. It was then that I sat down and wrote this poem. I haven't touched a drop since. That was 7 years ago...................

20. This Is My Life (On Heroin)

After battling Alcoholism for more then 20 years, I just woke up one morning and decided that I'd had enough.

It was then that I sat down and wrote this poem. I haven't touched a drop since.
That was 7 years ago...................