1. My Master
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.
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.
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.
This poem really cuts deep. I can relate to this on every level. Not only did "my master" take control of every aspect, it took control over my every move and breath. Every time I used to...
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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.
You are not alone. Many of us are on that same boat with you. Some wear life jackets while others don't. Life jackets are treatments, group meetings, speaking to someone other than family,...
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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,
I totally feel for you! I am a recovering addict and thank God I have been clean since 8/2006. I could NOT do this by myself! It took a VERY, VERY long time to finally realize I had a problem...
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.
I can relate to this story. I went down this road for 15 years. Battling addiction is the hardest thing I have ever done. I have been clean for 5 years, and i have had to watch my son go down...
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've been cutting since I was in 3rd grade, and it's a very bad addiction for me. I still do it to this day. I stopped for about 6 months, but then I had a relapse; I deal with depression,...
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 like this a lot because it tells you what this drug can do and then its tries to convince you to not do the drug. And that's all you really need in this kind of poem one where it explains...
Sucked like a vacuum, I held my fear,
built up anger you want to hold near.
Shaking and trembling is what I feel,
I recently stumbled across this poem as I was looking for a literature analysis topic. I searched and read hundreds of poems, and this one pulled me in. Every time I read it, it grabs me in a...
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.
I am an addict living one day at a time. I do not say I'm in recovery, cuz I don't want to jinx myself. When all my using, craving dreams and thoughts leave me forever, then I will say I'm...
'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.
I pray your daughter has gotten sober. I’m now 43 and can proudly say I have nearly 3 years clean time. I owe it to God and family that never gave up hope. Because of your prayers and others,...
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.
Hi, I was inspired by reading the stories. I decided I would share my experience, strength, and hope. I started using drugs at the early age of 12. I was introduced to my first NA meeting and...
Beautiful and bright was the Young Dragon.
Capable and caring,
Sensitive but strong,
This poem has struck me so very deeply. I am glad to have stumbled upon it. As a young mother of two and a second generation addict, I have many doubts in myself and my success. In front of...
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!
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.
One day I plan to go on this thread and respond to all the stories shared with me. But today, I'm reaching out to tell you all that hearing the heartfelt and heartbreaking stories calls so...
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?
Sister Evelyn,
I’ve been clean for 23 years from crack cocaine. I’m also a born again Christian. Let me share a few recommendations. Number 1 – I know the doctors say you are dying, but that...
Do you know those drugs
Will never outlast
The tug of war you play
With the pain from your past
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
I like this poem, reminds me of my alcohol addiction when I was young. Dependent by the age of 15, I added spirits to everything, even my food. Soon enough I became a pill junkie, and no not...
a life that's wasted
a breath that's gone
he knows he's been fighting this addiction too long
I'm so sorry to hear of your husband. You must be devastated. I'm addicted to oxycodone. I've been on them ten years and am due to be weaned off. I hate being the only addict in the family. I...
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.
Tasting the soft ashes in an ashtray was my first known addiction. Innocently I remember if I could just make it to where it always was to be found I knew that taste would be waiting....
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.
It's sad that I let myself go to my addiction because I lost everything. My wife, children, and close friends. Several times I tried to stop, but I've discovered that I was powerless over it....
I never knew emptiness
Can be so heavy
A desire to quench a thirst
Famished for a better life