Re: [QUAD-L] Fw: Poem written by a meth addict--Scary, isn't it?

Sun, 26 Mar 2006 23:26:33 -0800

I believe that meth is the enemy within, is destroying lives and presents a far greater impact than all of the other street drugs being smuggled to  USA. The thing about meth is  that some folks use a small amount each day or often, get up and go to work every day but their behavior is  clearly abnormal and the user may not even realize it.  It's use is on the rise as folks try to or need to  do soooooo many things in a day

Best,

Brien



On Mar 25, 2006, at 2:13 PM, QuadPirate wrote:

I know all of this too well, I live in Saline County Arkansas and this county is the Meth capital of the country with almost 3 Meth bust a day and I'm talking labs. My brother was confronted by 3 people at 3 in the morning knocking on his door wanting to use the phone but he just locked the door and called the police, it turned out they shot and killed their friend that lived right behind him for a couple hundred bucks and shot him point blank in the bathroom with a shot gun.
 
Yeah it's scary in this county but because it's so rural and lots of wooded country they just can't catch them all. I've seen friends just crumble under it's control it's very sad to watch it happen. My live in aid's daughter isn't allowed to even come in my house because every time she comes in she steals either money or my medication or anything she can trade.
 
I hate this stuff,
 
Mark
 
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Subject: Fw: Poem written by a meth addict--Scary, isn't it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was written by a young Native American` girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth.  As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail! , but, true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the needle still in her arm.

My Name: "Is Meth"

I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live all around you - in schools and in town
I live with the rich; I live with the poor,
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
My power is awesome; try me you'll see,
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go,
But try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
You do what you have to -- just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms,
your lungs your nose.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad,
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I turn people from God, and separate friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
I'll be with you always -- right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned - this is no game,
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
I'll own you completely, your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
That you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do,
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away,
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.


If you care enough, please forward this profound poem and share the deadly outcome of this drug that is killing our young people & even our old.


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