Drug Addiction Poems - Poems about Drug Addiction

Heroin

Needle in his veins is deep into his skin, while blood's drowning in heroin
Lifeless eyes blink, but they don't see anything wrong with all of that is going on, even though they know what exactly is killing him slowly
Dark clothing won't hide his sharp-to-the-core bones anymore
He was left alone, lying on the floor with spiders

Popcorn and Needles

I remember how 
you used to roll
your popcorn popper
across the floor grinning
and not paying attention
to where you were going—
and how happily you 
pretended to drive
the rusty ’49 GMC pickup
I was still trying to restore:
Rosie, we called her,
after Rosie the Riveter.

Remember the didgeridoo?
I bought it for you after
we saw a performance
of a didgeridoo quintet
from down under.
And

Come try this

Here come try this you will have soo much fun.
You will loose everything you have every material posession and every loved one.
Up all night riding bicycles and treasure hunting through other people’s trash.
Cuz ya don’t make any money getting high but have to come up with some ing cash..
Every day ya wake up same ing

Crossroads

"Come," whispers a friend, with a grin sly and svelte,
"To the realm where the grandest of marbles do melt.
Take this ticket, no charge, it's a magical key,
To the dance of the cosmos, just you wait and see."

"Launch forth on a rocket, to the stars' jubilee,
Where marbles like planets, in vastness, roam free.
They twirl and they

My method

Meth, my cruel mistress, you had me in your grasp 
With every hit, I felt a rush, my reality began to lapse 
You promised me euphoria, but all you brought was pain 
You took my life, my family, my friends, my everything, in vain 

I was a slave to your power, couldn't break free from

Rehab Drug Center

Join hands with don to inject drugs..
Cat wants to guard milk from who???
Note.Big Game???

Recovery

I want to be
the best version of me.
I want to believe
in myself
and my recovery.
I'm tired of living
a life of insanity,
that's not the person
I want to be.
I'm not that person anymore,
now I live in accord.
Harmoniously happy,
thanking God
for my sobriety.
I was once surviving,
now I'm thriving.
This is my time,
I'm really trying.
Forgive me for my past,
the changes I've made
are

From Jackson Street To 'E' Street

From Jackson Street to ‘E’ Street
Seems like it’s not that far
But that depends on how you look at it.
It depends on where you are.

You see, Jackson Street is the dope street
Where the so-called low life lurches.
‘E’ Street is where the Christians go.
It’s the street with all the churches.

The people on Jackson Street party down.
They really

A Mentally Ill Memoir

My mind shorts out sometimes 
And my judgment goes out the window 
That's when I do stupid 
& the aftermath makes me feel suicidal. 
Sometimes it leads me right into
Temptation 
& straight into evil. 
Catching myself zoning out,
More often than not,
not on happy thoughts,
But on traumatic events
And everything I feel guilt over.
The grim reaper was

Not All Is Lost

I feel myself faltering,
Slowly slipping,
The facade is falling.
I suck at pretending
To be okay,
When I want to give up. 
I feel like an eff up.
I can’t afford to fail.
I’ve got too much to lose,
To throw in the towel now.
I am strong,
Relapses do not define me.
I can still shoot for sobriety,
Save me a seat to the show.
I

Desensitized, Until I Met God

Feeling everything at once,
And nothing at all.
Numb?
Maybe.
Just may be the medications,
My therapist says,
Meditation.
The answer,
The problem?
Is manic depression.
Some say disorder,
I scream.
Obsession.
The doctor’s dose me, 
I obliged,
Just because I don’t want to die.
Addiction killed my soul,
Reprive,
Or spiritually die.
I just want to be alive.
A life.
What is a life without drugs and pain?
What’s living without suffering?
Show me the way,
To

My Baby

My doodle bug,
My honey bun,
My sweet little boy,
He’s my motivation
To not live as
An addict anymore.
I’ve held onto my pain,
Too tightly,
For too long,
It’s time to let the pain end
So the hope can begin.
My child,
Hold on,
The pain ends.
Let my child know
His momma’s love,
No more distance,
No more disappointment, 
No more questions
Whether or not
Momma’s going to be there
When you

Unmask Me

I spaced out.
Walked away,
To find a corner
To collapse in.
Seized out,
Suckered into,
A flashbang of 
A flashback.
Collapse into me,
For God’s sake,
Almost didn’t manage to
Safe myself from
The bloodshed.
Take two,
Strike three.
It’s time to recover,
Achieve sobriety
Or face the fact that I’ll become
My own worst enemy.
Institutionalized is no
Place to be,
Rehabs and hospitals confine me.
It’s good to feel safe,
But this place,
These places,
Shouldn’t

Reckless

Reckless is something
I tend to be
And something
That I used to be.
Mania drove me crazy,
Always leaving me restless.
Couldn’t call me
Lazy,
I guess, 
“A little crazy,”
Describes me.
I climbed mountains
Of insanity
Just to fall into rock bottom’s
Basement,
Hell,
It’s dungeon.
For what purpose?
To keep the self hatred
Going on
And on
And on?
Self-sabotage 
Was something that
Felt like it was
Literally meant for me.
But, it wasn’t my time

I Surrender

I surrender to a life in recovery.
My sobriety is worth more
That sleepless nights
And senseless conversations.
There are days
When all I wanted to do
Was to collapse into bed.
My recovery is a tender seed,
I must nurture it
To see it grow. 
Once I tap into my 
Inner strength
Then I’ll see it grow.
Open the window to my soul,
Let’s see the

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