My name is cocaine–call me coke for short.
Thankfully this is not from personal experience, I’ve just been close enough to a few people to have seen the effects….
This was written by a young 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.
I destroy homes, I tear families apart,
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold,
If you need me, remember I'm easily found,
I live with the rich, I live with the poor,
I'm made in a lab, but not like you think,
In your child's closet, and even in the woods,
I have many names, but there's one you know best,
My power is awesome, try me you'll see,
Just try me once and I might let you go,
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie,
The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms
You'll lie to your mother, you'll steal from your dad,
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised,
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids,
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride,
You'll give up everything – your family, your home,
I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give,
If you try me be warned – this is no game,
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind,
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed,
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see,
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart,
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told,
You could have said no, and just walked away,
I'll be your master, you will be my slave,
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
I can bring you more misery than words can tell,