"I AM METH"

This was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug
charges, and was addicted to meth. She wrote this while in jail. As you
will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this
simple, yet profound poem. She was released from jail, but, true to her
story, the drug owned her. They found her dead not long after, with the
needle still in her arm.

Please keep praying for our Children, Grand Children, Teens, Young adults.
Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...

My Name: "Is Meth"
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, 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,
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 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.

MISS HEROIN

So, now Little Man, you've grown tired of grass,
L.S.D., goof balls, cocaine, and hash;
And someone, pretending to be a true friend,
Said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."
Well, honey, before you start fooling with me,
Just let me inform you of how it will be.
For I will seduce you and make you my slave.
I've sent men much stronger than you to their graves
You think you could never become a disgrace
and end up addicted to poppy seed waste.
So, you'll start inhaling me one afternoon;
You'll take me into your arms very soon.
And once I have entered deep down in your veins,
The craving will nearly drive you insane.
You'll need lots of money (as you have been told);
For, darling, I'm much more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother; and, just for a buck,
You'll turn into something vile and corrupt.
You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charm.
And feel contentment when I'm in you arms.
The day you realize the monster you've grown,
You'll solemnly promise to leave me alone.
If you think that you've got the mystical knack,
Then sweetie, just try getting me off you back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot,
The jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot-
The cold chills and hot sweat, the withdrawal pains,
Can only be saved by my little white grains.
There’s no other way, and there's no need to look;
For deep down inside, you will know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pusher, and then
You'll welcome me back to your arms once again.
And when you return (just as I foretold!)
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart,
And you will be mine until Death Do Us Part.

FRIENDS TO THE END

All my life I've been told "If you keep on using drugs you will die or go to Jail"....

I never believed this or should I say I believed it too much, I at least had a murky idea of what this warning truly meant. So I soldiered on through life lying, cheating and stealing. I hadn’t a care in the world but all the while I had this constant struggle with people who expected so much of me as if I had something to offer, I always had a cherished few that were so close to me it was as if we had shared a glimpse of each others souls such good friends that we could practically read each others minds and they all warned "if you keep on using drugs you will die or go to jail". This closeness was always there I had it with everyone, but shared it with only a precious few, and I ran from it I could not understand why I should know so much about people around me that I could just have a simple conversation with a stranger and gain such a spectrum of insight into their personality. I simply wanted to live anonymously. I didn't want to or care to understand my life's purpose I didn't want to feel anything as feeling leads to acting and acting to making a difference and making a difference to standing for something. I was hiding from myself, and could not grasp why I had these extremely strong connections with people "what was I preparing for"? I lived half of my life in the dark in hiding from destiny and the real world.

One day My sister whom I have always admired for her silent strength and her ability to express her wisdom through her painting and writing; approached me and said with big tears welling up in her eyes" I am afraid you will die or go to jail and I'm going to grow up without my little brother, I want you around!" So I agreed to Get help not for myself but stop the agony on her face from piercing my heart and I went to Narconon a rehabilitation center for drug addicts and alcoholics. While there I had a twin a wonderful man named Libero who was unable to read or write and I made it my goal to get him through the program and it took me an extra 3 months but we got through it and by the end he was reading and writing at the sixth grade level. For my efforts I was offered a fulltime position with Narconon and I graciously accepted. Unfortunately I wasn't finished with drugs and alcohol and I had a series of rises and falls until finally I ended up back in my hometown. Homeless jobless and more addicted to drugs than ever I was living in my car moving from place to place I was pathetic yet I thought I had the world by the tail I believed was invincible.

I developed yet another very small core of friends amidst a vast network of acquaintances who watched out for me and seemed to know what my next move would be before I did and again I was warned again "if you keep on using drugs you will die or go to jail". But who were these people no one knows what's best for me so what if they know me better than I know myself. Then one day this passed June I was arrested and told by the arresting officer "you’re going to go to jail son". I was relieved finally what everyone had promised was to coming true. I was placed in the remand centre where my, family all battled and war torn by the gauntlet they ran for me, let me sit for two weeks as I sobered up I didn't have the same nagging thoughts of how can I get out and get back on drugs. I was a man freed from a curse that had lasted half my life and as I rose like a phoenix from the ashes of my wasted life I was consumed with a need to go back to Narconon but not for cowardly reasons like before but rather because for the first time I had a hope that I could have a life and live it for me. So I made bail and was sent back to Narconon but this time I made no effort to save everyone’s lives I made no effort to be in the spotlight as a star student rather I tried with all of my energy to save just one degraded and worn out old soul I did not make student of the week I did not achieve any glory. I simply became my own best friend.

As usual amongst the vast numbers of faces in the hall I gravitated toward a precious few with whom we shared our darkest secrets and accepted openly our quirkiest defects of character. As my life was different so was this bond, I began to accept and understand this gift of being able to gain an unusual insight into a person’s personality after a small amount of contact and embraced it. My precious few contained a set of twin brothers who through their tolerance, kindness, and genuine strength of character have welcomed me into their families and shared their futures with me so that we all may live long healthy and safe lives together. We have all realized that we have a strong ability to express ourselves and a very strong desire to ensure that others with our former curse don't end up in the places we've been and have made it our purpose to help in any way we can to ensure they don't. It was strangely coincidental that we all made the decision at the same time to go to the same place and get our lives together.

In a very short six months we have touched each others lives in a way that cannot be undone we have built success into the very fabric of our lives and established friendships that cannot end. It was as if we had a pact to meet in the next life if we hadn't managed to change by then. "We met and we won together, Friends to the End!"

F.C.

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