Three Months

[drug_wench]

although i gave in in april, essentially ive bn 'off' crystal meth for 3 months now
i wrote this poem to celebrate and to remind myself of wat addiction did to me
its a long poem so bear with me - if ur hooked on meth i hope this poem will 'help'

When I started it was bliss
I never dreamed it could be this
A drug that took my mind and health
A shadow of my former self
Three months off it - still it's strong
I think about it all day long
And wonder why the fuck I started
What becomes of the broken-hearted?
First a bump and then a line
Feelings clear and crystalline
As the substance up my nose
It seemed to take away my woes
My friend, she called it 'crystal meth'
Sadly she has met her death
I snorted crystal every day
'You are mine' she seemed to say
Then oneday on our TV
There was a program about 'P'
It made me stop and realise
That I'd been taken for a ride
I tried to give up - made a week
And then I fell back, snorting tweak
That was when I bought a pipe
Since smoking P was now the hype
That way I got way more high
Some nights I nearly touched the sky
My skin went bad, my mood erratic
But could I admit to being an addict?
I ground my teeth and picked my face
I looked a piece of human waste
And then oneday - this makes me cringe
I discovered the syringe
The fastest way to get high - jab it
By then I had a heavy habit
What was points now needed grams
Six times a day with shaking hands
Through the needle, through my vein
No more dreams but no more pain
Then oneday I dropped a bag
I got down on my knees and hands
Two hours laters later, still was there
I'd found five crystals - didn't care
Because five crystals meant no fix
I got my knickers in a twist!
For the first time I looked in the mirror
Saw I couldn't get much thinner
My arms were tracked, my face was scarred
I thought about it long and hard
And then I gave up everything
P and coke and heroin
Through a detox facility
Where I met others just like me
And now, although I've fucked my brain
I know there's life beyond my pain
There's a huge big part of me
That wants to help those hooked on P
Some think that it's the only way
That P's a part of every day
But I'll remind you, I went down
That road - now I've a hat and gown
I bear a cross but have no shame
No one else but me's to blame
If you're sick of getting fried
Tried giving up - and tried and tried
Just remember I did too
It didn't work until I knew
I'd die if I went any further
Methamphetamine is murder
Don't give up, there's hope out there
I never dreamed I'd get to here!

 

[colicolo]

The rhyming made this simple yet direct piece flow awesomly. Fantatic stuff, and congratulations.

 

[New]

It's a very wrenching story, which you've put very eloquently.

 

[drug_wench]

thanks for ur kind words guys