Methamphetamine Abuse Poems

• Dec
  15

  Lady

  She's part of me till death do us part, I try to stay away but she some how finds me on my weakest day, 'remeber you came to me, not I to you', is what she always says, I know it's true. She makes my worries go away even if its just a distorted haze. Her breath makes everything better and makes me believe I couldnt survive anyother way.
  So I sway.
  Once the siren's song is in my head I almost wish I was dead, these thoughts fill me with dread, I know, no, I feel her luring me farther away from my bed.
  The Lady's a part of me, I guess I'll just have to live each day and try to survive.
  There's a part of me that tries to fight, but on the most part I wish she'd go away;
  Posess someone else for a day. Its sad after everything I've been through,
  She's knows I'm hear to stay.
  
  Dawn

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  Posted on December 15th, 2010

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