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I AM 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, not what you think,
I can be made under the kitchen sink.

In your childs closet, and in the woods,
I f 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 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 their parents, and parents from their 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 and your home,
Your friends, your money, then you'll be alone
I'll take and take, till you'll 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, you're soul will be mine

The nightmares I'll give you, while lying in bed,
The voices you'll hear, from inside your head,
The shakes, the sweats, the visions you'll see,
I want you to know, 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 choose 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'll be my slave,
I'll even go with you, right to the grave,
Now that you 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.

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This was written by a sixteen year old native girl. She was found dead a day later with the needle still in her arm. This is for her. May she forever rest in peace.
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a fine job, in giving us the story, your word usage is good and I liked the way it flowed. You know that there are bobbles in your rhyme and totters in your rhythm, I'd love to see you work them out! This tells a story and I am a big fan of rhyme that tells the story! Hoping to see you refine this. ~ Geezer.
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I think in this case out of respect for the author I don't think I can change a single word.

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by the time that I read this and was ready to comment, I had forgotten that this had been written by someone else. I agree, you shouldn't change a thing. Thank you for bringing this to our attention.~ Geezer.
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No need to apologize my friend, When the author died her funeral was held in a rec centre. They had to bring in ice in tubs to keep the body cold. Welcome to Canada and how we treat our dead. I gave her a kiss on the lips which were dead cold and cried and a big piece of me died. I just can't believe this. Welcome to Canada

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I think in this case out of respect for the author I don't think I can change a single word.

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It’s hard for people like me to comprehend what drives people to meth, to all the killing opiates. It is incomprehensible this is not a true national emergency
In the 60,s slot of people were dying from codine. There’s a very famous song by Buffy St Marie with that name you might like to hear. But the codine went away. I guess meth took its place You poem is very sad.

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Too many people are not aware of what meth can do to you. About a year ago a young woman a my county actually tore her own eyes out after using it............

My affair with Crystal meth lasted for eleven years. This does not have to end this way, but it often does. I struggled heavily with my addiction for a few years. When I first started on it, I was just 19. My first husband abandoned me, leaving me with our young son. He left us with the rent due to be paid. We were evicted, on the street with nowhere to go. AFDC (Aid For Dependent Children) refused to help me because I was still married. They said that I could turn my infant son over to Children's Services, but they could not help me because that was my husbands job. I had almost no money, only a bit of change.

We spent a few nights on the streets. Then Jerry, my husband contacted my mother, leaving a message with her. The message was where and when to meet him. we met and he convinced me that we should give our baby up to Children's Home Society, to be put up for adoption. After my mother and oldest sister tried to get me to give my son to them to be raised by them! I was horrified by the prospect because of how I was raised. I did not want them anywhere near my son. So I agreed to give up my rights to him, as did Jerry.

I was alone and got hooked on Meth for ten years. I decided that I had given too much of my life hoping to die. I went through Detox on my own. I was staying at a friends apartment in another state. It would either cure me or kill me. I won! End of story.

I very much like these lines:

I'll be your master, you'll be my slave,
I'll even go with you, right to the grave,
Now that you 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.

*love, Cat

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