I began writing this in October of 2005, while I was completely messed up getting high on a daily basis, all day every day, and I didn’t finish it until I finally got clean on September 15, 2006. It is one of my favorite poems that I have written, and I hope this could be a wake up call for anyone out there who has been or is going through the same hell I went through.

Most of us have a preference when it comes to drugs. For some its weed, for some its alchohol. For others it may be crystal meth, cocaine, or pcp. Perhaps others may choose to go the legal route and have a pharmacy give them drugs for free. The point is there are very few people who have no preference, whether they would like to admit it or not. So to those whom deny their relationship with drugs I say, "You may fool the masses, but to those who truly know that drugs have no borders its written all over your face."

Drugs, overdose, poetry, depressing.

Addicted to drugs.

Jesus loves you. God’s not mad at you.

What crystal meth did to my life.