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This was
written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was
addicted to Meth. She wrote this while in jail. 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. Please keep praying for our children, teens, and young adults.
Understand -- this thing is worse than any of us realize...
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; I might let you go,
But try me
twice, and I 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 copy/paste this profound poem
and share the deadly outcome of this drug that is killing
our young people.
Regards
Mark Crider
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