Needle slipping into vein
As she shoots heroin
I look away in disgust
Track marks up and down her arms
Between her toes
On her thighs
Thinking I am so much better
As I light my meth pipe
Inhaling deeply
Trying hard to forget
To escape
To let it go
Days go by
Still awake
Looking in the mirror
Swearing thats not my face
This living skeleton
I have become
Darkened shadows beneath my eyes
Cheeks so hollow
Swearing I am going to stop
But the next time comes
The next fear
The next nightmare
I love the high
Don't ever wanna come down
Flying
Until I crash
Sitting in the corner
Awake for days upon days
Begging for death to come
And she looks at me now
With disgust
Hollowed human sitting before her
She takes my hand
Offers help
Clean now, she takes me to the bathroom
Sticks me in the shower
Washes me, dries me
Dresses me
Walks me out the door
Into the car
Drives me to the place
That will become my saving grace
Meth Monster no more..

im not sure what to say this made me so speechless that i wanted to cry i can relate to your poem it is beautiful yet so true and scary THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING

baby,raw to the bone, from the gut of reality, true art, by the way, I love you, that's true art too, in fact, life is art,by the way, I love you, oops, did I just say that, by the way, I love you...

((((Tracy))))) Thanks for reading hun


Babe.. sometimes too raw, too real..cuts to more than just the bone..hurts the soul.. I love you too

Ahhh beautiful one ... your soul is the observer ... it judges not ... it is pure, intact, unharmed ... can you see what I see?

ahh my sister of the light...I can see now...I couldn't then...life has been given as a gift, many times and this time..this time I treasure it dearly

whoa--it's deep--even i've lost some peeps over meth od--
but poet i'm glad you've seen the light

I've had neighbors who ran a meth house... captured it perfectly.

Nothing beats a straight on, unfiltered look at the truth.

I understood every emotion from many years ago.....I got chills

Thank you Shadowdog, Jonathon, and FreshMountainAir

We used to call it the Jenny Crack diet.....

No wonder so many women are attracted to it........until either jail or death consumes them.......

Glad to see youve overcome~~~!!!!

heavy sigh!