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This poem was written by a young girl, Judy West, while in jail for drug charges. She was a meth addict. She was released from jail, but, tragically, the drug ‘owned her’. She was discovered not long after her release from jail with a needle still in her arm...
Hello,
My Name is Meth
I destroy homes, tear families apart.
I 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 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 ‘neath your kitchen sink.
In your child’s closet or even the woods.
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, I’m called Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome; try me, you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Try me just once and I might let you
go,
but try me twice and I might own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie,
you’ll 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.
You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad,
while seeing their tears, you feel very sad,
but you’ll forget 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 take everything from you, your looks and your pride.
I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give it all up: your family, your home,
your friends, your money and you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till there’s no 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 and the shakes, the visions you’ll see,
I want you to know, they are all gifts from me.
By 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, what would you say?
I will be your master, you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you when you go to your grave.
Now that you’ve 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 mere words can tell.
Come, take my hand, I’ll lead you to HELL!