This poem was created by one of our clients to express their struggle with addiction.
I have a master of ‘an evil kind’ he totally controls my body, soul and mind. At first he was fun and exciting, but soon I became his fool. A victim without a chance, he took my life in just a glance!
He’s so sneaky and full of deceit, I wonder why we ever had to meet.
Thanks to my master I am now someone I hate. I used to have a life and now all I do is steal, lie and I am made to have sex with men and lie there hoping I can die, still I can’t leave my master for any reason.
He’s the one I run to when I wake.
I can’t get rid of him.
I used to be loving, caring and enjoyed my life, but that was before my master took me for his wife.
Everyone says I don’t look like the type.
They can’t picture me locked in my room having a smoke. My master says you will never stay clean; you love me too much to be happy and serene. He loves that I don’t even bother trying and gravels when I am miserably crying.
I’m already dead, really just a shell, my master gave me a life of pure hell. Yes I have a master of the most evil kind, he took over. And everything good was left behind he shows no mercy to religion, sex or age.
He only searches for his next victim in which to engage.
I pray you never meet my master, if your paths cross, run fast and then run faster and faster and I am begging you to just take my advice.
No one should have to succumb to this master of misery and shame!
Trust me, this is your life and it’s not a game!
Nothing good will ever come from knowing this dark demon.
My master took me and broke my spirit so don’t meet him, just don’t!
Heroin is no joke!
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