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.
22 Drug Abuse Poems by Teens
1. CrystalPoem 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,
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.Latest Shared Story
I relate - of course I do. I relate to the addiction though. Not to being an "ex" addict. Because after all these years, I'm still struggling. The drug has changed - more than twice. I'm...
2. My Escape
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 dayLatest 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...
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.Latest Shared Story
I enjoyed reading this poem. I can totally relate to it because of personal issues of my own. I'm glad you were able to break the chains that bound you to the lifestyle. I'll be reading more...
4. I Did It TooRegretting 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.
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.Latest Shared Story
I was 13 when I first turned to illegal drugs.
I watched my dad spill his marijuana crumbs over my favorite rugs
"Stop!! Mommy stop!!" I begged and I pleaded
Mommy followed daddy as he...
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,
She was all I had, I'd have traded her life for mine,
But now is the time I question why I ever wasted my time,
hundreds of thousands I never knew we had,
She had gone and blown it on her friends new fad,
I will never forget her junkie friends,
The way they roped her in to her life's ends,
I always thought she would be able to control her addiction,
but then something happened beyond my prediction,
I got a phone call from the hospital up in town,
this phone call really dragged me down,
they told me they were sorry and nothing could be done,
she promised me this would never happen, that it was just
she has broken her promise to me,
I am now alone and always will be.Latest 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...
6. True StoryI Miss My Daughter
I say to remain strong,
Yet I appear to be weak
I say always try to win,
But I welcome defeat
I say pray,
But never drop to my knees
I say talk to someone,
It stays bottled inside me
I chose to get high,
And then came a child
I never slowed down,
I still remain wild
I stay less than a mile,
From my own three year old
My eyes are watering,
And my heart is cold
I miss my daughter,
She'll soon be old
Now with no money or job,
I'm on the corner again
Only one man sticks by me,
And he is more than a friend
I struggle with this addiction,
Hoping one day it will end
I haven't touched base in 2 years,
And I'm still fighting my friend
In this game of drugs,
You're bound to loose
I've made decisions,
That were not cool
I hope someone takes heat,
To this poem
If you've got the habit,
Kick it that shows 'em
My own child doesn't even know me,
And I had her when I was 16
Now I'm 19 with nothing in sight,
But waking up crying all times of night
The pain is deep I've hurt everyday,
Now I hurt even more
As my arm is numb and I fall to the floor
I've beat one addiction,
Now I'm on another
With no sense at all,
Not even enough to be a mother
This needle penetrates,
What am I doing?
Nothing with my life,
I need to stop this abusement.Latest Shared Story
It's 12:35am when I'm reading this. Your poem made me bawl my eyes out. I'm 20 years old and have a little girl. I've been using cocaine for almost 3 years now and am currently not with my...
7. MethPoem About Drug Withdrawal
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.
thoughts of deception,
memories that are haunting
of the drug I'm still wanting.
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.
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.
Latest 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...
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.
Takings 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.
But don't worry, cause I'll always be in the back of your mind...Latest 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...
9. My Parents
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.
I have nice swagg, a full hockey bag, a full backpack,
but now style and money is something my parents lack.
As I grow up it gets a lot worse, I wish I could beat this teenager curse.
Instead of style and hockey stuff, the things I spend their money on are a little more rough.
My parents are in need because what I spend their money on is alcohol and weed.
I start to skip too much school, They tell me I should stop trying to look so cool.
But that's not why I don't go, school is the opposite of my friend its a foe.
It's not what I'm good at, all I do there is get in fights and call the teachers dumb and fat.
My parents no longer will give me there cash, so the walls in my room I bash.
The weed I told them I got rid of it, they found some the next day and through a huge fit.
No more money for me not even a little bit, I tell them this is bullshit.
I lay in my bed that night and wonder why all I want to do is get high or fight.
I turn on my light so that its shining bright, and my mind takes flight.
Tears come to my eyes as I realize that I'm losing the people who will always love me most,
I feel like I'm being haunted and it's by an evil ghost.
The next day I go to every class, and run home fast to get all of my stuff, and stop acting so tough.
My parents had it rough, and I thought being cool made me buff, so I traded all my things,
including my clothes that gave me style, the phone that had the drug dealers numbers I used to dial,
and my full knapsack to get all of the money back, 3000 dollars I got, I could of bought myself a robot,
but instead I paid the bills, it felt like I had just got to the top of one of the biggest hills,
the smile on my mom and dads face made me feel like I was no longer a disgrace.Latest 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...
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.
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.
Everyday 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.Latest Shared Story
I get what you mean when you say you blame her. Personally, I'm turning 14 in 3 days, and I just found out my mother is back in jail for meth, but she is still finding out ways to have kids....
11. AddictionStep Dad Is An Addict
Hiding under the covers.
Pretending I don't see,
Acting like I'm strong,
Won't let you influence me.
Hiding under the covers.
She's hypnotized by your lies!
It's obvious you've hurt us,
again, time after time.
Hiding under the covers.
Hearing your words slur, watching you fall.
Are the pills for the back pain?
Do you even hurt at all?
Hiding under the covers.
We're not the ones to blame.
You make us feel so guilty,
But no more, We proclaim!
Hiding under the covers,
and now I show my face.
No longer can you hurt us,
your healing, somewhere safe.
Latest Shared Story
This is amazing and I know the pain. I'm almost 16, got out of that house and moved in with my real dad. The only reason I stayed at mom's was for my little sister I didn't want her to see...
12. EscapePoem About Smoking Pot
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 tryingLatest 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...
13. Crystal Meth
everything is wrong
nothing is right
If I had a wish
I would re-live that night
out at a party
with a group of good friends
who was to know
this was the end
they had me convinced
that I would be fine
I shouldn't have done it
It's my fault, all mine
Now it's all over
family mourn my death
my life is at an end
All cause of meth.Latest Shared Story
I was 13. My mom was gone and my dad didn't want me. I swore to my grandparents I would never do the things my mom did to me, but one night my best friend at the time told me that we were...
I've been wasted
I've been smashed
I've been fried
I've gone and bashed
I've been to parties
And I've been high
I've soared like a kite
As high as the sky
But nothing can compare
To life's natural high
It feels so good
I've waved the drugs good-bye
It fills you up
It makes you whole
It always repairs you
And heals your damaged soul
It makes you feel
Like you're floating high above
It makes you want to go away
And fly around like a dove
Nothing on Earth
Can even come close
It makes you lose
All your worries and woes
It makes you want to give hatred
One gigantic shove
Do you know what it is
It's something called loveLatest Shared Story
So, so true! One of the best poems I've read yet its so simple! I still get goose bumps every time I read the last line!
Paxil to make you happy
Weed to make you high
Nyquil to make you sleep
Energy shots to make you active
I'm told to feel a certain way
Suddenly heartbreak doesn't feel sad
And tears don't feel salty anymore
Love doesn't feel good at all
And pain is something I can't feel
A drug filled world is where I live.
Prozac to make you glad
Mary Jane to make you rad
Atarax to make you tired
Dayquil to make you work
I'm fumbling in ecstasy
Living life sounds make believe
My reflection looks old and weary
An old soul has more zing than me
I can't get pleasure even from me
A drug filled world I where I live
Zoloft to make you smile
Mushrooms to make you fly
Tylenol to make you weak
Aleve to make you strong
I'm losing my mind
There is no strength even in my finger tips
My legs search for a firm grip
My heart seems to have stopped
And my mind can't control me anymore
A drug filled world is where I live.
16. Road To Recovery
In just a few years she has seen and experienced far too much,
Such a young young girl but to her anger she clutched,
Scared and vulnerable she got on the wrong wrong path,
6 years later it's a long long path.
16 years old and she's bursting with rage,
Emotions spinning and twisting all over this page.
From abuse to alcohol to drugs and prostitution,
She's feeling lower than low and trapped in confusion.
She's never really cared about what could happen,
But its time she got herself together and get her life into action.
She's trying desperately hard to sort herself out,
She wants things to go right but she has her doubts.
She's not going to give up until she reaches the end of the road to recovery,
That place where the grass is greener and the sun shines brightly.
Now this is the time where she's packing up living the victim in disaster,
And giving in gets further and further away quicker and even faster.
Round about now she's not scared to show emotion,
All that she wants is an end to this commotion.
The tears are streaming down her face,
And the battle is on its time to race.
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?
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.
18. Crashing DownWorld Of Drugs And Liquor
Floating by on a cloud
The world of drugs and liquor
Moving, jumping out
The monster behind,
The shadows of it all
The drugs go deep
The pain seeps in
My head spins
My heart breaks
The world stops
Sleep sets in
Drugs go deep
Pain goes deeper
My heart stops
As I come
As the glass meets my lips
As the sweet smoke fills my lungs
I can feel my self losing grip, begin to slip
The world fades to gray, as my mind begins to sway.
As soon as I leave the earth,
I smash down again to burn for my sins.
The smell drives me insane
As I load up to get f***ed again.
The day begins with the sound of coughing
My mom walks in and I carry on smoking
"When will you stop" she asks
I don't reply, I load again, wondering why.
My voice is gone and I can't breath
Yet still my fingers are loading the poison for me,
I try to stop, but I start again, as if I never left
Is this my life? Is this what I am to become?
I sit alone now in the room of people.
My friends have all gone but one...
Waiting for me to load it up and take a hit
Who am I to be able to resist?
This is it. This is the end
I can't handle the lies and mistrust
I have to end this now or forever be a slave.
I will see the light once again.
The world is black and has no hope,
Another hit meets my lips,
Sorry my angel, I have failed.
When you forget me, you will survive,
You will live for the light.
But don't forget me, alone and unlovable
For I cannot stop what I have began,
With my chosen poison, I have become undone.
20. Dear Friend
I'm slowly losing hope, and my minds beginning to
looking around not knowing, how I got to this
I've taken so many chances, and I wasted so much
still writing this letter, as my words continue to
I Thought drugs were a joke, don't be naive
they'll get you
they never get you that high, they only know how
and to these delusional drugs, I'll probably lose
I'm to immature to have children, too not caring
to be a wife
you may say I need help, that I just need some
medicine to get me by
But, your just not understanding, how much these
drugs want me to die
I know they'll get me soon, pretty soon I won't
trapped in the darkness, still haven't found the
If these are my last words to you, I want them to
remembering all our memories, wishing I could
re-live the past
I no longer want to stay in the present, I wish it
was already done
just always know you may start the day with many,
but will end it with one
always keep an open mind in life, I had to learn
that on my own
and look beyond peoples words, there's many things
that are unshown
There are some people out to get you, and some
that just wait to die
some are out for money, and others live life just
to get high
I've meet all of these kind of people, but could
never be one
threw many pennies in a wishing well, but left the
please hold on to your life and just don't ever
let it go
you can't understand now, but trust me, some day
And now I have to leave, I'm left with no other
my words begin to disappear as I slowly lose my
But remember me, please just remember me,
Finally my turn.....Soon I'll be Free
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