A Quick Killer

I have thought about something that boils my blood. That is Meth. This drug is the worst thing I can think of in life. How can someone do this to themselves? All my life I have been around this shit. Not once did the thought of doing it cross my mind. I have watched it take away from so many I loved. I have watched the TV news and saw all those children being dragged off by officers with big guns, all the while crying their little eyes out. How fair is it to them? Missouri is one of the highest Meth states. I have heard in California people call the drug "417", guess what people that is my area code. Even my buddies Zenith Farm sing a song about "417". ~417 they say in California~ It’s horrible, truly sad. This drug eats you from the inside out. Teeth ...what teeth when your hooked on this drug? Life ...what life? Waiting for your next hook up ...waiting for that drug dealer ...cooking it up your self, putting your life, your family, your children in harms way ....how the hell can that be worth it????? I was told by a person that once did Meth, that he did it because he thought it was cool and everyone he was hanging with at the time did it. To me that is not a reason to join in, to join and enjoy it. How can a person do this to themselves? I meet a lady that her and her boyfriend was cooking Meth, their house blew up and now she is scared all over her body for life. She will soon feel the comfort of iron bars, and in a way I feel sorry for her, but then I think ...you know what you knew what you were doing was wrong, you knew the risks you were taking. And to think that these are the people that are selling this to our youth. Getting them hooked on this "high". We as the people of this world need to help put this to a stop. When you see someone on Meth, tell them everything bad about it, show them that they have to love their selves more, show them what it will do to them if they continue down it’s dark road. It’s hard for me to keep quiet about this any longer. I will not tolerate Meth. I have seen it too much and it sickens my soul. Even some one I love more than life was/is/might be a "meth-head". She slipped up the other day and said "Hon, you see these sores. I am wondering where they come from because I haven’t done Meth since I moved in with you." Oops, you just admitted to me you were using. All this time she had told me she hadn’t touched the stuff, and then to hear her say this broke my heart. But this is how strong this drug is. How it takes from you. Luckily she has a daughter that cares about her and will not tolerate this in my home nor in my life. I know I have bad habits in my life that I should choose to stop, but nothing can compare to this.

Please do not touch this stuff, do it for you, do it for your family, do it for the love that you would be missing out on. I care too much about people to let this drug take another soul. Speak out and make it clear that this needs to be funded to be stopped before it enters your home town. Before it takes over people in your life that you would have never guessed it would.

~so much love~