A Collection of Poetry on Addiction

Heroin Chic

Under the Influence
Alone in my Room
Questioning my Sanity
no respect for myself
looking at what I've become
Is that really my reflection?
Pale
Dark Circles
Under my hollow-glazed eyes
Shaking Uncontrollably
Track Marks
up and down my Arms
I've picked my poison well
It's simple
Just a Needle to the Vein
I'm a picture perfect
Junkie

Addict

I lie awake at night
Trying to win the fight
Against the one thing that holds me so tight
Craving for that one little drop
To be in my arms again saying,
"Yes, I am your friend."
I know it is leading me down
a destructive path
The devil deep within likes to
point and laugh
While the angel twiddles her thumbs
Knowing there is nothing she can do
I need the strength and comfort it gives
I am addicted

Lush.....us...or NOT

tequila
makes you feel like
the life of the PARTY
till the next morning
throbbing head
no recollection of the night before
intertwined with legs and sheets
it's a puzzle
with mis-matched pieces
never meant to be put back together
was it all worth it?
for one supposed night of fun...

Monster

The pretty crystallized powder
Calling my name
Urging me to do more
Just one more line
Soon becomes nine
My heart is racing
Obsessively grinding my teeth
The taste running down my throat
How much more can I take?
The bag slowly starts to deplinish
I need more
I feel so alive
I want to stay up
Up here forever
With my head above the clouds
Slowly I start to fall
I feel myself crashing
Quicker than expected
Licking the bag
Praying to get some minor sensation
Nothing
Slightly Shaking
Craving more
Knowing I shouldn't give in
But all it takes is
One phone call
I am pathetic
Seeing the monster
This powder has created

Bottom of the Bottle

The bottle is calling me
To drown my sorrows
Give into the temptation
I know I shouldn't
I said I would stop
I'm torn in two
Wanting what I shouldn't have
I have a problem
But I'm scared to get help
No other solution
To cure this pain
That has been dealt
The bottles next call
Could be my last
So would you help
Before I become
Someone of the past

Sobriety

I can't live like this anymore
Being just some junkie whore
It's time to change
But old habits are the hardest to break
My sobriety the past few days was fake
Could you tell?
I realize now that I have created this hell
To run away from pictures of the past
It has got to stop
Resorting to substances to escape my lonely solitude
What you said last night was rude
That I would never change
That I couldn't do it alone
I quickly hung up the phone
I will prove you wrong
I'll take life's punches as they come
Quit burying them deep and
Hiding behind a veil of
Smoke, Powder, Pills, and Hate
My life of sobriety Awaits