Time is consuming.
I struggle removing
temptation and sorrow
for a better tomorrow.
Drug Abuse Poems
Poems by Teens about Drug Abuse
Of all age categories that abuse drugs, the teen population is definitely the highest. Older people may use drugs on a recreational basis, but 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, much to their chagrin, many find themselves struggling with addiction their whole lives.
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Poem About Drug Withdrawal
Time is consuming.Featured Shared Story
You're like a bad friend who is never there for me, but yet I trust you more than I trust myself. I don't trust anyone, but oddly I trust the one thing that's bad for me. Yes, you were there...
I'm lucky that I have the parents that I do,
you would be lucky if you had them too.
They don't have a lot of money because they spend too much on me,
they can now barely afford the Toronto parking fee. ...Featured Shared Story
My name is Fiona. I'm a mother of two. You didn't care what you were about to do...
You took away loads a memories of times in my life. You took away the way I viewed myself. You put me...
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....Featured Shared Story
I love your poem. It touched my heart. I am soooo sorry for what you have been through. I am happy that you are ok and that hearing your poem I help stop my teenage friends. Thanks so much...
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...Featured Shared Story
I drink and do drugs every day. I embarrass myself on a regular basis. I get wasted and out of control. My physical appearance has gone downhill. I was known for being beautiful. Now I can...
I take my second big hit
The dark room becomes lit
It's starting to make me feel good
Just like it should...Featured Shared Story
I'm starting to become a piece of my pipe, when I light the tip and I start to hit, I become the brownness and the white, the fire hits the smoke comes out how did I get here and how do I get...
Poem About Smoking Pot
The lighter's a trigger
I load my gun
And swallow the bullets
Straight to my lungs...Featured Shared Story
I can relate to every word written. Drug misuse/addiction is very complex and to anyone outside of it will never truly understand how people think, feel, behave when they are gripped by the...
Popping pills in the morning,
Popping pills at night.
Cutting deep into my skin,
holding my blade tight....Featured Shared Story
I think that when she mentioned her new way of dressing, she meant that she is proud of her new lease on life. And that entails everything that makes her feel positive. Why not include being...
How could family be so cruel?
How could I have been so naive & such a fool?
My sister had frozen off my money for years,
When I found out it reduced me to tears,...Featured Shared Story
Yes, I think about it. I grew up in foster care from the time I was 5 until 16. I ran away probably 100 or more times. I would get to go home and then back to foster care. I couldn’t...
Regret Past With Drugs
You only know what you learn
I was so young and had no where to turn
Growing up I said I wouldn't do that to my kid
I repeated the cycle and I did...Featured Shared Story
I'm a 28 year old mother of 2 wonderful children and I'm currently struggling with a Meth addiction. I also come from parents that still struggle with addiction. I lived with my aunt as a...
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