MY NAME IS 'METH'

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've heard of me, my name's Crystal Meth.
       My power is awesome; try me, you'll see....
           But if you do, you may never go 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
Will  be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms,
                       Your lungs, your nose.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll 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 their 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, and then you'll be alone.
I'll take and take, 'til 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 ravage 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, the shakes, and 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, Now, 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.

             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.
                                             by
                                   Amber Harris

(A note from the author: I hope that when you want to use, you'll remember this poem and think about how maybe at first you feel better but how in the end it never turns out right. I wish you the best of luck on staying clean.     Amber Harris)

       Reposted by Norma A.Vincent. Found in the stack of papers in one of my dead daughter's folders
a month after she OD'd on Meth, which she always HATED. Still want to try it? Go online, look up BEFORE and AFTER Meth pictures. The AFTER is what she looked like months before she died.