Meth Poem: By @hide-andgo-tweak
Hit it hard, Through the bong, Until you feel, Like nothingâs wrong,
It might be fake, It might not last, But while your on it, Itâs a blast,
It will fade, Youâll want to leave, But then youâll see, Your just too weak,
Sheâll call you back, Soft and sweet, You try to run, But you canât move your feet,
Itâs like your brain says no, But body says yes, But in the end, Your stuck with a quest,
You have to escape, You have to run back, But you realized to late, It was just a trap,
Youâll try to leave, And then youâll see, Only a few survive, And the rest just try,
Youâll never admit it, Youâll just lie, But youâre an addict, And no one knows why,
You try to hide it, But they can see, The more you need, The more you fiend,
They will all point, And whisper dark things, About this person, When they donât know a thing,
Not even your name, Or why your like this, Just shut downs and sorrow, So you fall into the abyss,
Then they say you need help, But they donât get it, When you needed that help, Was before the abyss,
The abyss they created, And threw you right in, Is when they could of saved you, But instead turn and ran,
So before you blame addicts, Stop and think, Did I really try to help, Or just dig them a graveâŠ.
âŠ.You donât know why, But here I am, Hitting it up, Once again.













