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Methamphetamine Abuse Poems
Methamphetamine affects every one's life differently and for the worst. Methamphetamines tear families apart by killing friends and loved ones, destroying addict's health or just by causing addicts to pull away from the people they love. Some individuals that are affected by meth express their feelings best through poems. We wanted to share some of these poems with you.
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13Sonnet of Inception
Three years tick by quicker than the longer hand A living green soul becomes a dry dead desert Lost and confused with little hopes or dreams The battle continues as losing seems inevitable No longer sure if the state of mind is proper Self-observation proves the gossip was correct Dying each day the crystal inhabits the soul Control over self now strong as pale drift wood Among the insane stands the almost going crazy Results and escape has not yet been captured Fellowships break as if they were made of glass After years of coming down one stops to think This isn't how it should be for it's not the same I have made my decision and this is my inception. Gen85...
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11The Price of My Addiction
I always wonder if he knows, if he has finally figured everything out. I hate myself for what I am doing, but even more for what I may be doing to him. I tell myself that he can't possibly know, that I have hidden it too well but my facade is slowly cracking and he is slowly climbing through the rubble....
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10Shards On a Platter
Shards on a platter Dissolve into puddles With great clever Although they shouldn't sever It still does too because you smoke it in a toot When you inhale that hoot You feel like you got to move Lots of golden energy in your veins Crawling up your head and spreading To your spleens Intoxicated you are that's for sure Crystal is nothing but a lure Although we are not sure how to understand colors Because after 48 hours of not sleeping And you're really tweaking You start seeing crazy shit like Snakes on blinds and yellow crosses in the sky The hallucinations make you wonder why. 2 seconds after inhalation You also feel a rising sensation Makes you think if your just god's creation Or just an alien's experimentation Listening to music is like an entire new generation It makes your body and mind go crazy On crystal you for surely don't feel lazy I found out this is a very crazy drug, and not worth the experimentation When you're coming down it makes you feel like fucking grub You feel like everything would suck And it doesn't make you go slow as a slug Instead it's like you go a billion miles a hour You will feel like a just bloomed flower You're alive but not yet ready to dive Into the swirling trip of illusion So herby I come to the conclusion If you do meth once you're hooked for life And you feel like you're trapped from the inside It will only cause sorrow and make your cry So it's not worth your time, trust me I'll bet you a dime The experience might be nice, but not when your brain shrinks down to the size of dice. You stop caring about yourself and you will eventually get lice Then the shit starts to get worse; it's like a terrible curse Your skin starts to turn yellow, and your teeth will start to deteriorate If you look at it that way meth isn't all that great. You might as well inject cyanide, because after meth is done with you, you won't have any pride. It will eat you from the inside; it's basically the slowest form of suicide. Nobody will hear you cry, no one will help you. Because they see you as a meth addict and not a nice guy. You will cheat, lie, and steal and just to get your fix, Just for a couple points you will start sucking dicks. How low can you go, just to get your high back on the road. Just to satisfy your intense craving, you will look everywhere for the tiny little shards And start shaking, because you can't find nothing but rocks and lint. And sometimes you might pick up an old flint, thinking it's a big shard Then you think to yourself, IM A FUCKING RETARD. You cry and you promise yourself you will quit, Because all your friends hate you and they split. All you think about is getting that dried up puddle lit; Crystal meth is a liar and cheat. It's for surely not sweet, it will only fill you with hate and greed. Dedicated to all the struggling people out there! Dennis...
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09Fatal Attraction
Crystal was a doll, when we were introduced, She played hard to get, while slipping me the neuce; How did I fall for her? I wasn't looking for a wife, But, she's moved all her baggage in, and started to run my life. She's taken my identity; I'm not even sure who I am I'll bet she won't be happy, 'till all the shit hits the fan. I can't even do, the things I used to like, Why is she so stubborn? It's not a pretty sight. Now the bitch is ruthless, she knows she has my heart, Now that I don't like her, it's hard to finally part. She cannot be faithful; she'll cheat with your best friend, She puts the same demands, on several of my friends. I have to make her leave; it's time for her to go, How can I get her to leave, with her I cannot grow. Please just wake me up; this has to be a dream, But, as sad as it is true, it's real as it seems. Here she comes again, with the same ol'line, She's here to bring my fate, as I finish to serve my time. She'll promise you the moon, with "guaranteed satisfaction" But, you'll be getting cursed. It's a "FATAL ATTRACTION" JQ...
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07Scattered
Scattering thoughts bit through teeth and blurred eyes Fall into a line without order Draining sweat and dreams Expression defeats emptying words Sleep proposes to sanity's warm hand Passing time to unclench jaws The mind grows tired as it grows Vacated windows of glassy eyes Hours to pass unfocused Breathing through public air Movement increases Stillness breaking dawn The world is stumbling alive Notice on cheater awakened Recreating time Eso...
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06My Life
My life has now been reduced to smoke. Endless nights spent wasted on my bathroom floor, Contemplating where this road is taking me I have pushed everything away, And now find myself regretting every decision I ever made. Can't change the past, and can't predict the future, Just wanting to take a different road. Promising every day that tomorrow will be different; Yet in the end never changing my routine. Beating myself up and questioning every past decision, Yet getting nowhere in the end. Wanting to change but passing up every chance at it Kim...
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