I Am Meth
I
destroy Homes, I 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 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 have 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�ll commit for my narcotic charms.
You�ll lie to your mother and 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 soil 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 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.
This was written by a young girl in jail, who
after she was released
was found dead with a needle still in her arm.
Please talk to your children and grandchildren.
From Panola Watchman in a column by Sheriff
Jack Ellett, Panola County Texas.
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