Satan couldn't kill me!

You were my best friend and you helped with my pain.
Always there for me when I was going insane.
Never once thought of you as a crutch.
All the people who cared tried to warn me so much.
Blind to your intentions, I thought you could assist.
Was caught up in the lies and the web that you twist.
Looking back there are so many clues that I missed.
I see you are no different than a cancerous cyst.
You wanted me to suffer, you wanted me dead.
All of the sick games that you played with my head.
You pulled me away from the people who cared.
Led me into a trap until you had me ensnared.
Your only plan was to steal my soul.
In my depression I felt so un-whole.
You boomeranged on me and showed me the truth.
How come everyone else could see your uncouth?
Separated me from a family that cared.
Little by little while I was impaired.
I finally fell into your deadly trap.
Your plot all along was to kidnap.
Once you had me alone you made things worse.
Your evil plan began to intersperse.
Easier to fool me once you had me alone.
You had me convinced that I couldn’t atone.
I was filled with anger, shame and guilt.
I lost everything that I had finally built.
The torture was slow, I tried suicide.
Always so convincing you lied and you lied.
I’m glad that I lived to talk about your sick game.
I have a disease there is no one to blame.
Hope that by sharing I disrupt your plan.
If writing this poem can help just one man.
Addiction is awful you’ve tricked many friends.
But every so often your little game ends.
Your perverse little lies pay no dividends.
I’m lucky to be one of the very few.
So many have died in that maze I walked through.
I know now today that I don’t have to use.
Broke through your chains and have the right back to choose.
No more crack, soft cocaine, crystal meth, or booze.
When life holds me down I don’t need to abuse.
I can see clearly without all your lies.
I am still standing after all of your tries.
My close calls with death have shown me hope.
Never again will you ever tie me up with your rope.
Some nights I can feel you sitting on the edge of my bed.
You almost got me, you wish I was dead.
Old scratch didn't get me, thank you for life.