This was sent to me from a pal in Soledad, CA…
I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take children and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold.
The sorry I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in school 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 in a child’s closet, in the woods, in the bathroom tub, or in (or under) the sink.
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’ll 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’ll do what you must to just get high!
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charm will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arm.
You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad; only when you see their tears will you begin to feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised, I’ll be your conscience and 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 – including 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 left alone.
I’ll take and take until you have nothing left to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned – this is NOT a game; if given the chance I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll win you completely and 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, oh the visions you’ll see!
I want you to know they’re all gifts from me.
Then it’ll be too late and you’ll know in your heart that you’re 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 instead you challenged my power and chose to be bold.
You could have said, “No” and just walked away.
If you could live that over again, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you 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’ll bring you more misery than words can tell; so come with me and I’ll lead you to hell…
Written by a young lady who got out of prison who was later found dead, with a needle in her arm.