I Am Meth

I know there will be some moms who read this who it will perhaps hurt very much... It hurts me pretty badly... Part of me is wanting not to post this... but I think its more important to tell our children... and they are all OUR children... how dangerous drugs are... I'd like to pretend Cara was a saint... but she was very human... Well... I hope you won't judge her badly... If you could have known the Cara I knew you'd have felt so blessed... A loving, giving, caring person... a joy to have around... That is my Cara.

I reposted this from a friend’s face book page…  Cara had used meth… I don’t know how little or how much… but a few months before her death she was trying to stop using illegal drugs… She gave Richard and I a bag full of pipes and metal scouring pads to get rid of the means of using it…  We were afraid of even having the stuff in our car, so we took it to a dumpster outside a business place not too far from Cara’s house and threw it in the dumpster. 
I never talk too much about Cara’s hard drug use… I’m so ashamed that she did that…  I read this poem… Many times I have thought how it might have been if Cara had not died… She had gone so far down the road toward destroying herself and all of us were trapped with her… I am not, can not, ever be glad Cara died… I want and wanted a miracle… I have been able to say that I am grateful that no one can use and abuse Cara ever again… not even Cara herself. 


When I saw this on my friend's facebook page, I could not click like... I hate this poem...  It's too real...  I pray people will read it... and that they'll hear... addiction... its like prison... you walk in and the door slams... some may serve a life sentence... more will get the death penalty...
(This was written by a young Indian 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.) Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young adults. Understand, this thing is worse than any of us realize...
My Name: "Is Meth" I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take your children, and that's just the start. I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold, The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold. If you need me, remember I'm easily found, I live all around you - in schools 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 under the kitchen sink. In your child's closet, and even in the woods, 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 may 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 do what you have to -- just to get high. The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, your lungs your nose. You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad, When you see their tears, you should feel sad. But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised, I'll be your conscience, 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, 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, then you'll be alone. I'll take and take, till you have nothing more to give, When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live. If you try me be warned - this is no game, If given the chance, I'll drive you insane. I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind, I'll own you completely, 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, the visions you'll see, I want you to know, these are all gifts from me. But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, That you are 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 you challenged my power, and chose to be bold. You could have said no, and just walked away, If you could live that day over, now what would you say? I'll be your master, you will 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 can bring you more misery than words can tell, Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.