Dear Addiction

Inspiring Change For Addicts
I wrote this poem in a very short time while I was
in a treatment center for addiction. I know
addiction is a very big problem for people in this
world, and hopefully this can be an inspiration for
someone struggling with this disease the way I
have. Since writing this I am doing a lot better,
but it is a daily battle trying to get my life back in
order. The only words of advice I have is just take
it one day at a time. Thank you for reading







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.
All you did was wear me out.
Now I know what you're all about.
You came to me with promise and joy,
Now look at all the things you destroy.
Families, lives, bank accounts, you see.
You ruined it all with one little tease.
Look at the way you make me feel
Then you take it all and want me to steal
Why can't you just go and hide
Somewhere far away where I'll never find?
Everyone at home doesn't understand
How you rip me apart then lend me a hand.
I keep coming back thinking inside
Maybe this time I'll make you my bride.
Then I sit and wonder why,
Why do you really want me to die?
Thousands and thousands come to you
Hoping and praying you'll help them through.
Then they fall for your lending hand,
Only to realize you're nothing but a scam.
You promised me heaven and sent me to hell.
You ruined my life and then wished me well.
Watch me now as I go on my way.
I'm washing myself of all of your pain.
So you and your power can just leave me be.
I'm taking my life and setting it free.

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