Meth Poem: I walked away

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This poem actually brought me to tears and I won’t say much more than that – I will just let you read it for yourself…

Submitted by: Christy Hardy

I walked away,
from you that day,
never to return,
never to look your way.

My family is important,
they begged, and pleaded,
and sent me to rehab,
where treatment was needed.

I am so blessed,
they never gave up,
I put them through hell,
we have all had enough.

My life is mine,
and I love to live,
if my story will help,
to you I give.

Jesus Christ,
saved my soul,
and He is restoring my health,
as He released your hold.

My mother’s tears,
have turned to smiles,
she is so thankful,
she didn’t have to bury her child.

Make up your mind,
ask for help,
do this for your family,
do this for yourself.

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    • kevin
      as usual it a bullshit money maker. How can you ask if I enjoyed the post? The only home remedy is money if you have it , you would think these people would want to share the way they quit with no cost. I thought oh cool maybe this will help my addiction and as I read I continue to see recipes on how to make meth. What is this some kind of joke for the vunerable person who wants to quit? Well I don't even want to get on the internet again its all false advertiseing and nothing is free. Hope you all find a better waY TO MAKE MONEY THEN TO DISSAPOINT THOSE WHO ARE TRUELY SERCHING FOR ANSWERS. How cuell can you be?
    • Candy Heredia
      Your poem is sad, but real. My husband of 8 years has been a crystal meth user for the past 4 years. Every time he starts using drugs he disappears for days and turns off the phone. If you find him, he drives away and refuses to have any communication with anyone. It is so sad, you feel like you are dealing with another person. It seems like all the feelings are gone.
    • I didn't know where to write this, so I'll write it here!

      Very nice blog, it has alot of useful information on crystal meth. Crystal meth is a very harmful drug that can get someone addicted to it really fast.

      I manage a blog too, but it's on drug addiction in general. If you want to check it out, www.narconon.ca/blog .

      Shortly, I will be creating a website called CrystalMethAddiction.me, where people can write their own experience with crystal meth. I've done that with cocaine (cocaineaddiction.me) and it's working very well!

      If you want to contact me (eric.boisvert AT narconon.ca), perhaps we could link our blogs in some way or another!

      -Eric
    • jen
      this is the first meth related poem that actually made me cry. well, you know what, this is actually the first anything to make me cry, possibly in over 9 months. ive been hooked on meth for just over 9 months... though i cannot stop now i hope something here will inspire me to just do it. everythings already starting to get ruined. ive hit my "wall" multiple times already, and i keep just crashing through and continuing this cycle of abuse. my wall being my "rockbottom" that ended up obviously not being as low as i can get... im scared to think about where im heading. thanks for this site. it helps.
    • That's a nice thought provoking post.

      "Make up your mind,
      ask for help,
      do this for your family,
      do this for yourself." - genius
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