![]() I don't like who I am so I'm leaving tonight. I just wanted to tell you, this is the last time I have to deal with you. Did You Like This Poem Surname : comment. You're killing me, I'm not just losing myself, I am losing my family. ADDICTION is YOU I can not do anything Until l have made This choice I have to hear your Sexy voice I can not sleep I can not eat I can not do anything. I keep screaming at her telling her how worthless she is, beating her till she is bleeding.Īddiction, I don't like what you're doing to me. Terrified, they're hesitated to even look at me. "The kids are crying, your scaring them."Yet as I look at their faces and I see them Please addiction, please let me go I can't keep going home every night wasted, screaming and hitting my wife when the kids are home.Īddiction can't you see what you're doing to me? My wife is crawled up in a corner screaming at me to stop. I keep picking up beer bottles, I can hardly pay the bills and put food on the table. I have a family to take care of and need me at home. I just can't seem to let you escape from my head. If you rely on any content found on this website, you do so at your own risk.Hey addiction, can I please talk to you for a minute? Lisa Frederiksen, and Lisa Frederiksen Associates, LLC, make no warranties, representations or assurances about the content of this website. Lisa Frederiksen reserves the right to correct any errors, inaccuracies or omissions or to update the information contained herein at anytime without prior notice. You should not rely on this information as applicable or accurate, particularly where the information presented herein is different than information or advice provided by a qualified healthcare professional. Always seek the advice of a physician or other qualified healthcare provider or expert before making any decisions about your health care options, such as starting any new treatment or discontinuing an existing treatment. You should not use this information to diagnose or treat a health problem or disease without consulting with a qualified healthcare provider or expert. You assume full responsibility for how you choose to use this information. The information provided is intended for your general knowledge only and is not a substitute for professional medical advice or treatment for medical conditions and/or advice/guidance by professionals with other expertise, such as a nutritionist or personal trainer. The following list of funeral poems about addiction are. All rights reserved.ĭISCLAIMER: All content on this website, including text, images, audio and other data, is for informational and educational purposes only, and is subject to change as new research or corrections become available. Funerals can truly be augmented by a poem that is apt and fitting for the person you have just lost. With Knowledge comes the power to stomp out the fucking addiction. Someday I’ll be clean like my aunt’s 25 years. I’ll stare sobriety in the eyes cause being clean is the hardest thing I’m facing. I’m sick of sitting in the wind like a skeleton that’s waste’n. The shit in the song’s no longer what I’ll be facing.Ī family, some kids, euphoria and elation.Ī job that I work, it’s success that I’m taste’n. With effort and time, hard work and dedication near robbing this foolīut I can’t stop this disease I’m just a slave to its rule. It’s me never being sorry, drowning my sorrys in beers.īut it would probably kill my mother to know all my nears. It’s the mother who lost her twins and I’ve aged beyond years. It’s the salty saline running down your cheeks known as tears. I can’t get away: it’s just danger and fear, The blisters the scabs, suffering and the sorrowĪ knife to my throat, is there a better tomorrow? I wish I had the power to stomp out fucking addiction! Is this even the truth or is it nothing but fiction? I thought I was wise, my mind churned out knowledge like pistonsīut I find myself in the slums listening to crackheads nonstop bitch’n. Wise men fuck up and get trapped behind walls. The truth to it all is children die and they fall. It’ll knock on your door, it don’t care if you live lavishly. It’s non-discriminate even killing beauty queens in tiaras in pageantries. The affliction of addiction is death, it ain’t flattering. The friends that I’ve shunned, do they hate or they mad at me? The struggle, the hurt, the pain and the tragedy. Erik is now working hard on his recovery from heroin addiction and wanted to share his poem as a means of reaching other addicts and their families to remind them there is hope for a different, drug-free life.Īddiction’s been close on both sides of my family, The following is a poem and guest post by Erik Zack, who has had his own negative experiences and outcomes as a consequence of addict-related behavior, including time in jail where he completed a drug education program.
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