Addiction Poems

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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

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- By Selena Odom
- Published: August 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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

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- By Carrie Roush
- Published: March 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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

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- By Siera
- Published: June 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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

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- By Zeb Edington
- Published: October 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the 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

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- By Brenda Winders
- Published: August 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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

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- By Rose Bennett
- Published: June 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
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. King Cocaine

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- By Ronald Doe
- Published: January 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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8. I'm Your Disease

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- By Jodi
- Published: October 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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9. Puppet On A String

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- By Michelle
- Published: February 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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10. My Fight With Meth

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- By Amber Jones
- Published: May 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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11. Goodbye
- By Nathan Chance
- Published: September 2009 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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12. The Year Of The Dragon 1976
- By Cheryl Chartier
- Published: February 2006 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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13. Icy Hell
- By S Raine
- Published: March 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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14. This Is My Life (On Heroin)

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- By Reanna Delavega
- Published: June 2010 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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15. Wasn't You!
- By Hillary Hamilton
- Published: April 2008 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Life Led By Drugs

You think it's cool when you get high.
You don't even see the things that go by.
Time flies when you're having fun.
But one day your body can't handle

You think it's cool when you get high.
You don't even see the things that go by.
Time flies when you're having fun.
But one day your body can't handle
What you have done.

Your body is weak
But you think you are strong
The next month has came along
You're in the hospital
Thinking what have I done.
You O.D that's quite sad
Your going to end up just like your dad
Living on the streets no place to go
Bumming off money so you can
Sniff up the nose. That sounds
Great what a plan If you
Stop now we can get you help
You don't have to be like this
It's like you are crying for help
What made you do drugs
We haven't a clue
But we know it's done bad
Things for you

It's been a few months you're back in ER
Pumping your stomach
That don't go very far.
You had a choice
Of what to do so I guess this
Is the new you, this is what you
Accomplished in the past few years.

As time goes by your addiction gets worse
You're in the hospital once a week.
As days go by you can barley get up
On your feet.

Today's the day you get put in the ground
I guess you made your choice. You didn't make it
As far as your dad but hey some people just end
Up lucky when they do drugs that one WASN'T YOU!
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16. Lost Time

Poet Introduction
- By Tim Smith
- Published: February 2011 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Drug Addiction Starts With Pot

The power of addiction is a horrible disease.
You make think it relieves pressure,
Or bring pain to ease.

The power of addiction is a horrible disease.
You make think it relieves pressure,
Or bring pain to ease.

You will soon come to realize,
That you are so very wrong;
Whether it's after twelve lines,
Or eight hits from a bong.

It always starts with pot,
No matter how sure you are.
That's how it started for me,
And at twenty I was behind bars.

At times you may think,
That you can have a few drinks;
But a few turns into many,
And soon you'll be kissing the sink.

You lose some of your relatives,
And even more of your friends.
Before you see it coming,
This disease will bring your life to an end.

So after writing this poem,
I'm asking you now:
Do you still want to use,
Or make people proud?

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17. The Life Of Addiction

Poet Introduction
- By Holly A. Sutton
- Published: November 2016 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
Consumed By Addiction

So many emotions, it's out of control.
What have I done? Have I sold my soul?

The price is steep, and there's nothing to gain.

So many emotions, it's out of control.
What have I done? Have I sold my soul?

The price is steep, and there's nothing to gain.
But still I continue and expect to stay sane!

It gets you nowhere; it leaves nothing but shame!
What's it gonna take to give up this game?

I'm going through life at a very fast pace.
Missing out on so much and rarely showing my face.

I go and I go, leaving so much behind,
Looking for something that I'll never find!

I'm wasting my life, watching the years go by
All in the name of just getting high!
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18. Razor's Edge
- By Coral Leffew
- Published: February 2017 by Family Friend Poems with the permission of the Author.
It sits on the razor's edge,
A tear, crimson within itself.
I sit there, constantly reminded of you.
This was our thing,

It sits on the razor's edge,
A tear, crimson within itself.
I sit there, constantly reminded of you.
This was our thing,
To be sullen and sleep together,
To be nothing but vomit and meth,

Saturating in this sunlight,
A vibrant relief for the fatigue that overdose brings.
You're getting clean, but I never will.
I've come to terms that I am nothing but lies.
I've come to terms with the tears
That come screaming out of my eyes
When I hold that needle to my veins.

Now I walk down the road,
Holding only myself as I remember it was once you.
You're in rehab, I hope.
I hope getting clean was worth losing me.
I hope you're happy living while I sit here and die,
Bit by bit as I pick at my arms
And light up every chance I get.

Two years ago I didn't know what weed was,
Much less chew and blow.
Yet here I am with a rolled up ten and a mirror.
I push the coke off and stare into my eyes.
Well, if you can call dark sockets eyes.
I scream at myself for being so stupid.
I break my needle and I throw the mirror.
The shatters sparkle as they fall to the floor like snow or sparkles.

I don't want to be clean, I just want more and more.
I don't care who I have to steal from or beat up.
I just want another line or another bowl.
I just want another day I don't throw up or cry.
I'm sick of standing in a puddle of bloody vomit soaked into my carpet.
No, I don't want to be clean, I want to more.
I want to take a shower and think,
I want to take a shower and let the stench of dope rush off with the water.
If it doesn't come off, I'll cut it out of my blood,
And let it sit on the edge of the razor.
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19. Good-Bye

Poet Introduction
- By Shirley J. Stankiewicz
- Published: November 2007 by Family Friend Poems with the 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. Recovering
- By Selena Odom
- Published: November 2018 by Family Friend Poems with the 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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