Drug Abuse Poems

Poems by Teens about Drug Abuse

Teens approach drugs with the same intensity and desperation with which they approach everything else. Many teens have a sense that they are immortal and that nothing that they do will have a lasting effect. Unfortunately, many find themselves struggling with addiction their whole lives. When a friend becomes an addict, you may be left wondering what to do. Some options are confronting them about entering treatment or trying to form an intervention of close friends. The truth is that is that a person may have to hit rock bottom before they are ready to be treated.

35 Poems about Drug Abuse and Alcoholism

1. My Not-Addiction
- By Sydney W.
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014
For a really long time, 2 years ago, I felt like no matter what I did, it was never good enough. Those girls still made fun of me. To cope with that, I stopped eating. I wanted to be thin enough, pretty enough, perfect enough. But I realized I was only hurting myself. It was never a full-blown addiction, but it still hurt like one. Anorexia was never something I thought I'd have to deal with, but I overcame it, and I hope all girls realize that the control, although nice to have, isn't worth it.

Overcoming Anorexia

It's not an addiction,
Really it's not.
But that mirror,
It's a source of affliction.

It's not an addiction,
Really it's not.
But that mirror,
It's a source of affliction.

Not long ago,
I could look in that mirror
And see nothing wrong at all,
But now I've got nothing to show.

The pressure to be perfect,
It tears away at my body.
At first it looked like nothing,
But it had a side effect.

I wanted to be one of them,
One of those girls everyone envied.
But the price to pay was my body,
Not a small pretty diamond gem.

It was never enough,
No matter what I did.
The skipped meals
Turned my image rough.

But will it ever be worth it?
I stare and ask myself.
My image in the mirror,
Kept begging just to quit.

It became a nightly thing,
Standing on that scale.
And I was pleased to see
That the pounds kept dropping.

My hair was starting to thin.
My bones began to show.
Everything was different.
The desire was starting to win.

The pain I was putting myself through,
The constant suffering,
Everything was just a blur,
But nobody ever knew.

I don't starve anymore,
But I could if I tried.
It was a part of my life,
Now just a closed door.

It's not an addiction,
Really, it's not.
But that mirror,
It's a source of affliction.
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2. Disease Of Addiction
- By Jenna Wheeler
- Published by Family Friend Poems October 2013
I wrote this poem while I was in rehab. I've been sober now for almost four months, and I've struggled with the disease of addiction every waking moment since that day I was arrested and my entire life changed. I hope this poem can help the people out there struggling with this problem day after day, because I know I still do.

Poem About Alcoholism

It's a sneaky little thing
That comes without a call.
When you think you have it conquered
Is when you lose it all.

It's a sneaky little thing
That comes without a call.
When you think you have it conquered
Is when you lose it all.

Wherever you are going,
Or wherever you may be,
Don't think that it won't find you.
Or that you'll ever be set free.

It's tricky and deceiving,
Shows up without a trace.
No matter where you are,
It can smack you in the face.

You've fought it for so long,
That you think it's finally gone.
But don't ever be so sure,
To think you've found the cure.

You thought you had it in the bag.
It was locked behind the gate.
But silly you, you had no clue.
It's always out to get you.

You won't know when it's coming.
Or even that it's there.
You think that you can stop it
By drinking just ONE beer.

I have just one last tip,
Of its hidden little treat.
Think before you take that sip,
For you will soon be beat.

My friend, it is the worst disease,
I solemnly must say.
That you will find it lurks within,
Even to this day.

I've done all I can do,
Now it's up to you to fight.
But I see that you've made your choice,
When you drank into the night.

You stumbled across the floor,
And I couldn't take the sight.
There's no helping you no more,
So I'm heading for the door.

I'm begging of you please,
Don't ever make that choice.
To let the drugs control you
And take away your voice.

It's faster than a bullet,
In a gun up to your head.
Only you can pull the trigger,
But once you do, you're dead.
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3. Meth
- By Brandon Levangie
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2016
These were my thoughts and feelings during a brief time of abstaining from crystal meth. I am happy to say that today I am clean and sober and have been for 15 months! I hope you enjoy the poem.

Poem About Drug Withdrawal

Time is consuming.
I struggle removing
temptation and sorrow
for a better tomorrow.

Time is consuming.
I struggle removing
temptation and sorrow
for a better tomorrow.
Life is confusing.
I'm tired of losing
in hopes that I'll find
some peace in my mind.
Distorted perception,
thoughts of deception,
memories that are haunting
of the drug I'm still wanting.
Complex situations,
illogical insinuations.
Consumed by fear
from the voices I hear,
telling me to quit fighting.
I get tired of re-lighting
the flame of my soul,
relocating a goal,
for the strength to carry out,
and remove my self-doubt,
to beat my addiction,
and inner confliction.
Let go of my shame,
break free from this pain.
Chainless and free,
for the chance to see
life without depression,
feelings without suppression.
If it's over too easily,
that'll just tease me.
Plotting an attack
on getting you back
for all of this time
you controlled my mind.
Following through,
I'll say, then I'll do
to leave you behind
and never rewind
to suicidal denial,
'cause now I can smile
in knowing I'm free,
'cause I've finally found me.

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4. One Thing To Say
- By Chaise Taylor
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2012
I am 17 years old. This is obviously written about my mom, who has a horrible drug and alcohol problem. She used to leave me home alone to go gamble for hours; sometimes for days. Whenever she came back, she came back drunk and abusive. I can remember nights where I stayed up and waited for her to come home. Half of me wanted her to come back safely, and half of me wished I'd never see her again. She almost killed me about a month ago. I filed a restraining order, and can't see her anymore.

Teen Daughter's Pain Growing Up With An Addict Mother

There's only one thing I could ever say,
about the way I felt that day.
The day we sat with coloring books,
and kept laughing at our funny looks.

There's only one thing I could ever say,
about the way I felt that day.
The day we sat with coloring books,
and kept laughing at our funny looks.
A memory forever imprinted in my soul,
the only one I'll ever have, since you've lost control.

There's only one thing I could ever say,
about the way I felt that day.
The day you hurt me for the first time,
and made me think breathing was a punishable crime.
A memory I'd give anything to trade;
The day my mother started to fade.

There's only one thing I could ever say,
to describe how I hated every day.
The days I waited up all night,
because I couldn't sleep until you made it home alright.
A memory of mine you never even knew,
because when you arrived, I'd hide and avoid you.

There's only one thing I could ever say,
to express how you made me cry that day.
The screaming and hate I saw in your eyes,
wasn't my mother, but an effect of her highs.
A memory that haunts and refuses to decay.
and you don't even remember it, anyway.

There's nothing I could ever say,
to tell you how I feel today.
The pain in my heart that I'll never get used to,
because it's illegal for me to speak to you.
I love you, though you've never believed it;
through your anger, your hate, and temperamental fits.

There's nothing you could ever say,
to make the pain all go away.
I'll remember you for who you were,
from early memories of jumbled blur.
I miss my mother, and all she could have been,
if she hadn't let alcohol let her life cave in.
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5. Lost
- By Cody
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2008
I'm not really the best at poems. This is something I wrote on my road to recovery from alcohol. It was a long, cold road, and I figured I'd post this to let others know they're not alone.

Drinking Into The Night

Another day of life by the drop.
I pray to Lord, help me stop.

I awake in pain, feeling shame.

Another day of life by the drop.
I pray to Lord, help me stop.

I awake in pain, feeling shame.
Knowing soon again I'll play the game.

For the brief second with myself,
Before I walk over to that shelf.

I stop and think of all the things I do
And the people I hurt while drinking booze.

I grip the bottle o' so tight.
I won't let go until the night.

All these thoughts rush through my head.
Love and pride and things I once said.

I know it's from the former me,
The one that can no longer be.

It hits me hard, I cannot cope.
So drink until I start to choke.

Day to day, I live like this.
High to high and kiss to kiss.

I hope one day the drunk will let me out
And never again will I drink and shout.

Until that time I'll drown and hate.
I just hope that's not my final fate.
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6. 30 Inch Gauge
- By Emma
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011
Don't be heroin's slave.

Heroin Poem

How were the shrooms? The beer? The LSD?
I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
I can show you how to steal and lie.
Trust me, it's all you need to get by.

How were the shrooms? The beer? The LSD?
I'll show you something more worthwhile than weed.
I can show you how to steal and lie.
Trust me, it's all you need to get by.
Why go to school? Don't turn another page!
I'm so much easier, and I come in a 30 inch gauge.
Heroin's my name, I've been known to destroy lives.
Taking out actors, teenagers, fathers, and wives.
People will leave you, that's just fine.
Follow me, you'll be all mine.
Try to get rid of me? What a joke.
Pretty soon you'll have a needle, looking for a vein to poke.
Need some love? That's gonna be hard to find.
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7. Trying To Find A Balance
- By Jordan Hall
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2017
As a young boy, I found drugs and alcohol to be my escape from the troubles that plagued my life. Like with most people, they started to do me more harm than good. I'm two weeks clean, the longest time I can remember in the past 4 years, and I'm just starting to relearn how to live my life.

Life After Drug Addiction

My life is like a puzzle when I'm not looking at it high.
Makes me stronger like a muscle when I see through clear eyes.
It seems never-ending, like the formula for pi.
Would it really be the worst thing if I disappeared and died?

My life is like a puzzle when I'm not looking at it high.
Makes me stronger like a muscle when I see through clear eyes.
It seems never-ending, like the formula for pi.
Would it really be the worst thing if I disappeared and died?

But why, I ask God, is my path so unclear?
I put on this face for family, when I'm really all fear.
Hustling through the shadows of my slow-stepped peers,
Only thing that keeps me going is the fact I made it here.

A mere pawn in this screwed up game of life.
Just getting out of bed to get ready is a fight.
Blinded by the darkness, asking God for some light.
Give up and take the loss, I just might.

Or write out each and every little step
Of what I just did or what I'll do next.
Just now am I feeling that I might pass the test,
Prove to myself that I'm as normal as the rest.
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8. A Problem
- By Kriselda
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008
Live above the influence. Not trying it is the best solution.

I Asked For God's Forgiveness

A problem is what I called it
On the streets is where it started

I never planned for it to go this far

A problem is what I called it
On the streets is where it started

I never planned for it to go this far
I thought one hit would get me as a high as a star

But it left me wanting more
My lungs and chest were what became sore

I began to need it every day
I was so scared I began to pray

Every day I asked for God's Forgiveness
I knew he was the only one to pull me away from this mess

I got so paranoid I thought he was putting me through a test
I was failing, I can't let the weed leaving my spirit resting

This can't be something I can't get over
It's time for me to remove the bird off my shoulder

I told myself it was time to stop
Ever since then I've climbed my way to the top

Now I'm everything I knew I could be
I'm more than just me...I'm FREE!!
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9. Break The Addiction To Cutting
- By Alix DB
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2008
This poem was written when my friend was cutting. I cut for a very long time and no one saw, but Lou was always there, and when she cut, I promised I would help her. It was written from my own experiences. Enjoy and God bless you ALL!

Crying in your room,
You can't face the pain.
You search around
For something sharp.

Crying in your room,
You can't face the pain.
You search around
For something sharp.

Your tears dry.
You pull the sleeve up
And place the blade
Upon your arm.

You press on the blade.
You feel it enter your skin.
Relief? OR
Shame?

You battle though school.
The cuts are sore from your blazer.
You hardly dare to
Do P.E.

You know it's not right,
But is it the only way.
You want to stop,
But the pain will still be here.

You fight to keep alive.
Every day a new battle,
Every day a new scar,
Every day hopeless life.

That night you cut one more cut,
Slice once more.
Kill the pain,
Kill the habit.

You throw out the blade,
The blade which helped.
Your best friend,
Your worst enemy.

You're forced to do P.E.
You fumble with your shirt,
Scared of the eyes.
Your friend sees the cuts.

You're going to lunch.
She grabs your arm,
You flinch with the pain.
You catch sight of her arm.
She has the same.

She talks, she's been there.
She knows.
You talk about home.
She understands.

The pain is the same.
You break the addiction
With her help.
She knows.

She cares.
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10. Drip Drop
- By Anne S
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014
I like to jot down my thoughts and I am 15 years old.

Poem About Alcohol Addiction

drip drop
the concoction of squished up white grapes
and alcohol blend into a golden liquid
that by the looks of,

drip drop
the concoction of squished up white grapes
and alcohol blend into a golden liquid
that by the looks of,
could make miracles,
but that's not the case;
because it does the opposite,
it destroys people and makes them do things out of ordinary
it destroys families and relationships
it destroys

drip drop
it gives people this temporary happiness
and that's what everyone wants, isn't it?
happiness?
happiness is what people crave,
and wine is the best temporary answer
and the wine drowns their problems
and the wine drowns their conscious
and the wine drowns

drip drop
but most of the time,
it doesn't lead to happiness
so as another glass of the shimmery liquid is poured
another fight is yet to come
another night of children hiding in their rooms
no more nights will be innocent
because
the child has been exposed
the child has to act far more mature than their age
the child is slowly being lost

drip drop
that child can now see her parents as their disorder
and sees how it's the wine
but no matter what she tries to do
they won't stop.
so she slowly watches them
destroy themselves and do things out of the ordinary
destroy their family and their relationships
destroy

drip drop
that child is no longer a child anymore
and being exposed to alcohol for so long she think it's ok
and now,
that same child is doing what her parents did every night
and she drowns her problems
and she drowns her conscious
and she drowns
drip drop
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11. Crystal
- By Amy Brunson
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2009
I am a recovering addict. When I was in rehab, I decided to sit and write a poem about the steps I went through that made me realize I needed help. I would never wish addiction on anyone.

Poem By A Recovering Addict

Crystal was once my friend.
She was always there for me
Whenever I was in need.
She helped me through my ups and downs,

Crystal was once my friend.
She was always there for me
Whenever I was in need.
She helped me through my ups and downs,
And whenever I wore a frown,
I thought we would always be friends
Until one day I realized I was stuck with her forever.
She tore me apart.
She took everything I had.
She put me on the street with nothing but a garbage bag.
She turned me family away from me.
When I was with her, I felt free.
She made me think she was all I had.
I didn't realize my life was getting so bad.
She promised me I was good in her hands.
She took away all my hope,
And now she is what I need to cope.
She made me feel so loved.
Then one day I couldn't find her.
I then realized she was a liar.
She promised me things, and I believed her.
All she really did was promise to ruin my life.
She took my family, and now I'm alone.
I guess now I am on my own.
She left me with nothing but an empty glass pipe.
Now I live in poverty with no one in sight.
I think to myself will I ever get my family back?
Will I ever live a good life again?
Crystal is no longer my friend.
She is my worst enemy.
Now that you have heard what she has done to me,
Run away form this devil.
Don't let her bring you down.
One hit and you're done,
So my advice to you is run.
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12. Escape
- By Emily F
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014
I started smoking pot four months ago. Around the time my mother and father decided to split up. My parents decision to get a divorce has really hurt me and my younger brother (who also recently got into drugs and has been suicidal). I find marijuana to be an escape from my problems because for a few hours I can find myself at peace. I don't support drug use at all. Every time I smoke I feel like I'm stealing years from my lungs.

Poem About Smoking Pot

The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs

The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs

With every drag
And hit I take
My thoughtless mind
Will come awake

No more mommies leaving
Or daddies crying
Just coughing and heaving
And careless flying

I guess it's living
I guess I'm dying
And if I'm not
I'm surely trying
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13. All We Can Do Is Wait
- By Sabrina Felix
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2011
I wrote this poem for my mom. She was a drug addict, and she is in prison. She put my sisters and I through hell and separated us. Now we live with our different fathers. My mom really did screw up my life, but I love her to death, and I know she'll make a successful recovery.

Mom Chose Drugs

You were never really there,
And when you came around, all people did was stare,
You chose drugs over us,
At least you loved yourself, that's a plus.

You were never really there,
And when you came around, all people did was stare,
You chose drugs over us,
At least you loved yourself, that's a plus.

I try to forget the past, I try to distance myself from your influence,
You going to jail when I needed you most is some coincidence,
It kills me to think you sit there doing nothing,
If I said I forgive you I'd be bluffing.

Nothing feels right, it's not the same,
When things go wrong it's you I try to blame,
I wish you were here, I wish I could see you,
Almost everything people say about you is true.

Yet it hurts, the way his words sting,
No one has a clue the pain they bring,
I don't even have my sisters with me,
I understand though this is how it has to be.

Every day I think of ways I could have stopped this from happening,
But it all melts down to the fact that I couldn't have done anything,
Except helped you out, not been so bad,
Thinking it was me that drove you to drugs makes me sad.

Mom, all I can do is say I'm sorry, and I miss you,
We'll be together one day, and waiting is all we can do.
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14. Pills And Violence
- By Kimmi Lewis
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2009
When I was 13 I went through this all. Until I was about 14 and a half. Now I'm almost 16 and my life is better than ever. This is a true story.

Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
holding my blade tight.

Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
holding my blade tight.

Dressed up to look my best,
When I actually looked my worst.
I thought all this alcohol
would refresh my troublesome thirst.

I wanted kids when I was older,
I wanted good news to tell.
But Who Tells their children,
that they wanted to go to hell?

I had a lot of problems.
sexually abused and bashed.
Both my arms, wrists, and legs,
Had been both bruised and gashed.

I thought of myself,
As a strong Girl.
I wasn't strong at all..
This is what made my toes curl.

I had decided to stop,
And get my life on track.
Because I realized the life I wasted
I was never getting back.

So I stopped the hurting,
For once it was pretty easy.
I stopped looking like an easy target,
and I stopped dressing sleazy.

I'm a better person now.
And I'm turning 16.
I can't believe how young I was,
and how I was so keen.

All the drugs and the alcohol,
the cutting and pain.
Have all disappeared,
now I'm one step ahead in this game.
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15. I Did It Too
- By Cammy
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2007
I chose drugs over my little girl just like my mother did to me. I'm clean now and wish I had another chance. I'm sorry, Marissa.

Regretting A Past With Drugs

You only know what you learn.
I was so young and had nowhere to turn.
Growing up, I said I wouldn't do that to my kid.
I repeated the cycle, and I did.

You only know what you learn.
I was so young and had nowhere to turn.
Growing up, I said I wouldn't do that to my kid.
I repeated the cycle, and I did.
I left her alone; I let her down.
Just like my mother, I was never around.
My daughter cries the same way I used to.
I wonder if my mom ever hurt like I do.
I miss my little girl so much,
and now I'm on the right track.
I wish they would give her back.
I did to her what was done to me.
I wish I could tell her I'm sorry.
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16. My Escape
- By Kayla Saunders
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008
I wrote this poem when I was skipping school. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend of the family. I considered him like a dad. I had to tell someone what he did to me.
After he got caught he killed himself, and put the blame on me.

Poem Sexual Abuse Leads To Drugs

I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It's starting to make me feel good
Just like it should

I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It's starting to make me feel good
Just like it should
I'm confused and I don't care to worry
My memories are becoming blurry
By the time the joint comes back around
I can't get off the ground
Starting to loosen up, I'm starting to forget
My heart is beating so fast, I'm starting to sweat
Can't remember what pill I took
Didn't bother to look
As long as it takes everything away
And eases the pain for today
It's my turn again, I cough and choke
But I still take another toke
I'm so happy it's unreal
I can't explain how great I feel
So many ridiculous words are spoken
My heart no longer feels broken
Laughing so hard I begin to cry
I can hardly hold my head up high
He is no longer swaying from a tree
Now nothing can bother me
My pulse is really starting to race
But at least I can't see his face
I can try to quit
Or cut down a little bit
But this is all I can do to make him go away
Because he haunts my mind every second of the day
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17. Second Chance
- By _unknown_
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2012
I wrote this poem when I was going through hard times dealing with alcohol. Getting in trouble wherever I went because this addiction had too many chances and lost most.

My second chance just came to a waste
Was doing pretty well
Now I'm stuck in a bad place

My second chance just came to a waste
Was doing pretty well
Now I'm stuck in a bad place

I took it too far
And let my bad habits chase
Till it caught up to me
Face to face

What must I do now?
That I have lost the race?
Just wanting to overcome my mistakes

I know life ain't perfect

But what must it take to be great?
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18. My Best-Worst Friend...The Razor Blade
- By Emily
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2011
Cutting, slitting, I know it's not right, but what happens when the razor blade becomes your best friend? How can you say no when you're feeling so bad? It feels like it's something you deserve. But it can also harm and even kill you, so ask yourself this: has your razor blade become your best or worst friend?

I may be metal and have no heart,
But in your life I have become a part
As I carve and carve at your tender wrist.
I feel in your brain there must be a twist.

I may be metal and have no heart,
But in your life I have become a part
As I carve and carve at your tender wrist.
I feel in your brain there must be a twist.
Is it normal to turn to me for help?
When if I scar another they scream and yelp
You're feeling empty and rather alone,
But I'm not left sitting alone in your home.
In your bathroom cabinet I'm normally sealed,
Although next to your heart your dreams become real.
You use me to express your raw self-hate,
But should I be used in this way to create
The pain that you long for, you yearn for to feel.
You want me for pleasure, but your pain is real.
What you're feeling inside, it's not what you show
Unless it's you and me in the bath tub alone.
You try to keep secrets from those who protect,
But is it right for this secret to be kept.
I know how you feel cannot be ignored,
But the slitting and cutting cannot be endured.
I know that I that I hurt you, and that's what you want,
But you've gotten so pale and withered and gaunt.
I shouldn't worry; you'll stop one day,
But the deep dark scars will not go away
As the scarlet fountain seeps from your arm,
I really wish you wouldn't do so much harm.
But how can I protect? How can I save?
When I am nothing but your trusty razor blade.
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19. Gone Forever
- By Vanessa
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2016
Drinking and driving rates in the United States are steadily increasing. Most people don't realize the permanent damage that is caused by this terrible issue. If you do decide to drink, please DON'T drive.

Tragic Accident After Drinking

You were the life of that party,
Oh, everyone loved you.
Drinks in both hands,
You started to stumble.

You were the life of that party,
Oh, everyone loved you.
Drinks in both hands,
You started to stumble.

Hours started to tick by,
Yet you were still drinking.
It was time to go,
But you weren't quite ready.

A couple drinks to go,
And you thought you were fine.
Head spinning,
You decided to drive.

Screeching tires,
A child's loud scream.
A horrible crash,
This must be a dream.

On this night,
A two young lives were taken.
He chose to drink and drive
But was obviously mistaken.

Two sets of lungs quit breathing,
Two hearts stopped beating.
Two sets of hands grew cold,
Hands no one will ever get to hold.
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20. My Drug Change
- By Trey Micheal Young
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2011
I'm a 13 year old boy with no family to count on. I raised my self and was brought up on weed and dope. The only way to make money was drugs but I was tired. At 10 years old a foster child trying to make it. I went back to the doing drugs when I was 11 I got shot and never went back I just thank god that I'm alive.

It's a whole new day
the past is gone
mistakes are mistakes
let's move along

It's a whole new day
the past is gone
mistakes are mistakes
let's move along

Changes will come
at least I hope
no more drama to live with
no more weed or dope

I'm no longer no one
I put my drugs aside
my life has changed
I gained my pride

I can walk down the street
feeling good about me
I'm prouder ever
thank God I'm free.
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Drug Abuse Poems

Poems by Teens about Drug Abuse

35 Poems about Drug Abuse and Alcoholism

1. My Not-Addiction

2. Disease Of Addiction

3. Meth

These were my thoughts and feelings during a brief time of abstaining from crystal meth. I am happy to say that today I am clean and sober and have been for 15 months! I hope you enjoy the poem.

4. One Thing To Say

5. Lost

I'm not really the best at poems. This is something I wrote on my road to recovery from alcohol. It was a long, cold road, and I figured I'd post this to let others know they're not alone.

6. 30 Inch Gauge

Don't be heroin's slave.

7. Trying To Find A Balance

As a young boy, I found drugs and alcohol to be my escape from the troubles that plagued my life. Like with most people, they started to do me more harm than good. I'm two weeks clean, the longest time I can remember in the past 4 years, and I'm just starting to relearn how to live my life.

8. A Problem

Live above the influence. Not trying it is the best solution.

9. Break The Addiction To Cutting

This poem was written when my friend was cutting. I cut for a very long time and no one saw, but Lou was always there, and when she cut, I promised I would help her. It was written from my own experiences. Enjoy and God bless you ALL!

10. Drip Drop

I like to jot down my thoughts and I am 15 years old.

11. Crystal

I am a recovering addict. When I was in rehab, I decided to sit and write a poem about the steps I went through that made me realize I needed help. I would never wish addiction on anyone.

12. Escape

13. All We Can Do Is Wait

I wrote this poem for my mom. She was a drug addict, and she is in prison. She put my sisters and I through hell and separated us. Now we live with our different fathers. My mom really did screw up my life, but I love her to death, and I know she'll make a successful recovery.

14. Pills And Violence

When I was 13 I went through this all. Until I was about 14 and a half. Now I'm almost 16 and my life is better than ever. This is a true story.

15. I Did It Too

I chose drugs over my little girl just like my mother did to me. I'm clean now and wish I had another chance. I'm sorry, Marissa.

16. My Escape

I wrote this poem when I was skipping school. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend of the family. I considered him like a dad. I had to tell someone what he did to me. After he got caught he killed himself, and put the blame on me.

17. Second Chance

I wrote this poem when I was going through hard times dealing with alcohol. Getting in trouble wherever I went because this addiction had too many chances and lost most.

18. My Best-Worst Friend...The Razor Blade

19. Gone Forever

Drinking and driving rates in the United States are steadily increasing. Most people don't realize the permanent damage that is caused by this terrible issue. If you do decide to drink, please DON'T drive.

20. My Drug Change

I wrote this poem when I was skipping school. I was sexually assaulted by a close friend of the family. I considered him like a dad. I had to tell someone what he did to me.
After he got caught he killed himself, and put the blame on me.