. But if you do, you may never break free. It's all up to you. I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind, I'll own you completely! I just thought I would share with everyone, you never know when it could make a difference! I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold, The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. Brief Analysis: While the poem does present a compelling picture of the dangers associated with methamphetamine use, it was not written by a young meth addict as claimed. It's the words themselves that speak misery, not the fake Indian girl! I was quite effected when I read about how low one can sink to as a drug addicted person, and how lives and families can be irretrievably lost!. I live with the rich; I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
The nightmare you will when you are lying in bed You will hear voices in your head The sweats and shakes and the visions I want you to know these are the gifts from me. We all make mistakes, but drugs just seem that little harder to get over. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. Feel free to read mine if you like. This meth thing is worse than any of us realize. According to the website, This poem was written by a young Indian girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to meth.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie, You do what you have to -- just to get high. When you see their tears, you must not feel sad. Spellcheck sucks on here, but you do have a few errors. Then the rest of us administering a little tough love. If you try me be warned - this is no game, If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. You knew this would happen, many times you were told, But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
I am not sure people realize the magnitude of meth's destruction. I am right there with you Mama! Samantha Reynolds of LeFlore County, Oklahoma — not a teen but an adult woman — also claimed to have written this piece in 2000. After 16 months of walking away! You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad, When you see their tears, you should feel sad. Thank you for your honest feelings and for sharing them. You could have said No, and just walk away, but if you could live that day over, now what would you say? You do what you have to do, just to get high. You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say? It's about a 15 year old girl who writes a diary about her starting drugs and cant get away from it. Faster than the Drug Task Force and local law enforcement can keep up with.
I'll be your master, you will be my slave, I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. It does nothing more than destroy your life and years later he is mostly out of our families life for the most part minus the times he gets to see his daughter, but he is now lying in a hospital bed dying and we have to explain to his 10 year old daughter why her daddy that she just realized she had about 2 years ago is not going to be here very much longer! The endorphines are so chemically altered that you my have permenant damage. It's a sad but true book. As a top ranked motivational speaker and a leading conference keynote speaker, he is hired by many organizations as well as federal, state and county departments to inspire employees, educators, foster care workers, child welfare workers, social workers, department of children and family services, judges, attorneys, police, teachers, juvenile justice and many more. The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see, I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. Hello, My name is Crystal Meth, I make you feel really nice, My freinds name is Ice, You and freinds use me alot, Not like your ex-best freind pot, Dont get caught with me, You'll go to jail and that's where you'll be, But dont you love me, Some love me a alot, Some dont like me at all, But that's ok cause we'll let them fall, Dont be afraid of me, I'll make it all better you'll see, Even though I do kill, And go ahead mix me with pills, I wont hurt you, Your my best freind, Even though I will turn on you in the end, I'll dry your tears, You'll have no more fears, Go ahead and sniff me, eat me, or even smoke me You'll see, Dont trust me, If you get caught, It's your faught, Dont expect no help, Cause your the one who asked me for help, I do favors, Not return them, You still want to be my freind, Even though I'll hurt you in the end.
I guess it depends if you have experienced it. But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, That you are mine, and we shall not part. He lied, deceived and even stole to get his high! As you will soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple, yet profound poem. I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink. I have many names, but there's one you know best, I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.
Anything that might 'shock' the kids into not starting has to be a good and positive thing! Now that you have met me, what will you do? I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. Please keep praying for our Native People to understand. Will you try me or not? You knew this would happen, many times you were told, But you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. Like two peas in a pod, I think we make the perfect pair. Will you try me or not? You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, But you came to me, not I to you. I'm made in a lab, but not like you think, I can be made under the kitchen sink.
Book motivational speaker Derek Clark for your next event. This illegal drug is sold as a crystal-like powdered substance that sometimes is vended in large rock-like chunks. In my profession, I have seen it first hand and it is not a pretty sight. I can show you more misery than words can tell; Come take my hands, let me lead you to hell. I am on a mission on behalf of my only son, Travis.
According to the message, she was found dead of a drug overdose not long after she was released. Below is a poem written by a young lady who struggled with ice use. I started to post this topic awhile back, but I did not know if anyone would find it appropriate for the board. I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate friends. You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, But you came to me, not I to you. Just another wasted life, tragic but true. I found this poem on a website and it touched me.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, But you came to me, not I to you. The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms,your lungs your nose. It's all up to you. I would return as I loved him, I could see how crystal started controlling him and there was nothing I could do but walk away as he loved her so much he was in denial that he was addicted. I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always — right by your side. She wrote this while in jail.