Youth Recovery

Location

Thanksgivng in Rehab

 

Another addict at The Lodge

It is myself I can no longer dodge

But what have these drugs really done?

'Tis the time of year for friends and fun

 

I lost my family and friends who meant the most

Came home some nights more burnt than toast

Was I thinkful to put them through this?

Honestly, today I think its me I miss

 

Elders in my life tell me they care

I avoided the truth and picked the dare

Put on this mask to hide the tears

An adrenaline rush running from fears

 

My pride was false, a tricky sneak

Drugs were how I ruined my life from minute to week

Never grateful for an abundance of chances

Listened to the devil with no advances

 

All this shit reminds me of the girl I was

And today I am thankful because

My addiction is impossible to exchange

But it is me who has the power to change

 

Pandamonium and drugs are fact

Please remember you don't have to go back

Be happy with the things you love

Because Amanda, they are not what "everyone does"

 

I was a Thanksgiving baby

That acted crazy

& I have a heart of gold

That wants to grow old

 

So like a turkey, remember you cannot fly

Keep your feet on the ground and don't get high! 

 

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Comments

savigirl14

A good poem. It tells the harsh reality of what a recovering drug addict goes through. Please read my poems and tell me what you think

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