My son is addicted. He has yet to admit his addiction. He has stolen from us lied to us and threatened us. He was always this young funny loving kid. Now he seems so full of hatred and anger. I …
Published: Dec 2008
Till Meth Do We Part
And nothing in this world can make me feel the way she can.
Since the first time I met her I knew she was the one.
Never questioning or judging me despite the things I've done.
No matter what I'm going through I know she's always there.
Like two peas in a pod I think we make the perfect pair.
When I'm with her I'm invincible having not the slightest fear.
She fills my head with lies so my problems seem to disappear.
And sometimes she leaves me lonely so much I've wished for death.
And fills me with diabolical voices who scream madness in my head.
But like I said before and repeat but once again.
No one understands unless they've been through where I've been.
On the brink of insanity filled with anger, rage, and hate.
On the path of a dead man or another prison inmate.
But be that as it may either prison life or death.
Nothing will ever break this bond of Love for my darling Crystal Meth.
And as she slowly takes my life I bid farewell goodbye.
But you can bet your bottom dollar on my deathbed I'll be HIGH!