I am meth. Poem by unknown author.
The following poem is rumored to have been authored by a teenage meth addict who died with the needle still in her arm. While I don’t believe that, the message is all too true. While probably not a good bedtime story for my 3 year old daughter, if you have a teenager, you would be wise to make it a point to give them a copy of this. No question, meth is some bad stuff. A picture is worth a thousand words.
I AM METH - author unknown
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’ve 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
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
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 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 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, 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.
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August 2nd, 2006 at 11:52 am
My name is Faith Teske, I live in a small town in Alberta Canada. I am 24 years old and have been doing drugs since I was 12 yrs. old. I have a lot of experience with meth and crack. I had resently went to rehab for my addiction and so far been almost a year clean. I have two children ages 3 and 2. I almost had lost them to welfare but wisely I brought them down to my aunts and signed my rights over to her. I am still working at getting my children back and I am closer than what I was a year ago. It is a battle for me everyday, some days are better than some and other days are really hard. But i do try and remeber that I come along way and I refuse to go back to where I was before. A life of only exsistance. Now I am trying to live my life every day, I am more appreciative to life, I don’t take things for granted. Well what i wanted to say is that this poem speaks the truth about useing meth and the out come of what will happen, i know myself personally. Today i am still scared for myself because I “might” fall off the wagon and truely I don’t want to, but i am aware that it can happen.
thanks muchly
Faith Teske
August 17th, 2006 at 6:47 pm
God be with you Faith!!! My brother battles the same demon, but he hasn’t gone a whole year clean yet. We pray for him constantly and support him as much as possible. He is employed and has gotten a couple raises, working his hardest to try to support his children and move on to a life worth living. One with joy, happiness, family, smiles, God. A drug free life.
We know of the battle you are fighting. Be strong and keep up your faith in God.
All good things,
Michele
September 12th, 2006 at 1:50 pm
i still to this day can not stop falling off the wagon. i was clean from 12-2002 to 02-2004, but since then i have not been able to stay clean. the reason for my gbeing clean during that time frame was because i gave birth to a beautiful little girl which was named Hannah. I decided to give her to a family about 50 miles from where I live to give her the life that i still could not give her. I still continue to visit once in a while and see that she has a wonderful life a head of her and everything that a child (3 yrs) could ever want and need.
November 3rd, 2006 at 10:27 am
i ike this poem i am going to use this as a reference in my english class
November 28th, 2006 at 7:58 pm
THIS POEM IS GREAT. OUR COLLEGE TEACHER HAS READ IT TO US MANY TIMES THIS YEAR. IF YOU HAVE READ IT ,LEARN FROM IT .OUR TEACHER WOULD SAY THIS EVERYTIME.
December 12th, 2006 at 8:53 pm
part of the information about the author is true.. she was a meth addict and she did write this from jail, but she was not killed.
December 24th, 2006 at 7:05 am
i would like to say i can understand where this young lady is coming from in a sense . do to the fact i do it myself in a different way i started off by doing lines then it lead to smoking it i dont use the needle it’s the same durg but not the same high i can say it has destoryed myself asteam it’s broght me down more then picking me up.this is the demon it will take you under faster then you thing my words to everyone stay away from it go the opposite way if you ever cross it
January 6th, 2007 at 7:00 pm
As i type this ,my son is lieing in a hospital bed from all kinds of complications from coming down off “ice”..he had the scare of his life, which is good if thats what it takes..his blood pressure got very high, white blood cell count up..heart rate increased very high…Leave this drug alone don’t make your parents lifes empty because one day someone knocks on their front door with the worst news a parent could ever receive..I pray it’s not to late for my son..I pray to God to take this craving for this demon drug away.
February 11th, 2007 at 11:23 pm
http://www.messengerinchrist.com/2007/02/death-by-meth.html
Death By Meth
today I have met my match
piece by piece I was broken down
now I am tormented by failure and wrath
and my will power is no where to be found
the wounds have forever scarred my soul
with the bitter taste of death
because everything I cherished most
fell victim to my addiction to meth
in complete ignorance I made the awful choice
to smoke that demonic pipe regardless of the voice
that so strongly told me not too
but I thought I had the power to overcome
realize once this drug has got you
a slave to misery is what you become
i write every word in agony
i am scared to sleep or rest
because then I must face reality
i chose death by doing meth
family has become memories
just pictures of my past
i am now my worst enemy
my reflection is broken glass
clouds shadow my every breath of life
i cannot find the words to describe
the aches and pains I endure inside
and all I can say is why
oh, how sad it really is
to watch a Godly man be destroyed
Lord have mercy on my kids
three beautiful girls and a handsome boy
to all that I love I leave you with this
please forgive me for my weakness
that real love I will always miss
I give you these words with a hug and a kiss
By: Kerry Dale Hancock Jr