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[title] => I once was beautiful (a lover called meth)
[time] => 2013-08-14 16:17:05
[hometext] => I lost my best friend to meth. She's still alive, but the person she used to be is dead. And she will never be the same.
[bodytext] => I was once beautiful, witty, and kind
Now I am withered, wicked and blind
I’m aging more quickly, but I’m not getting old
Listen to me as this story unfolds
I lost my beauty to a lover called Meth
A horrible drug that will send me to my death
My new best friend, replaced all the last
Pushing away all the love from my past
Broken lips split open to take it in
Bones showing through what’s left of my skin
Losing my family and all of my friends
Still isn’t enough to make all this end
I’m committed now, so I won’t give this up
There’s no such point as having enough
I killed the person I once used to be
So I could make room for this version of me
I’m no longer pretty. I’m no longer kind.
I’m grey, and I’m ugly, and out of my mind.
There’s nothing I care about, except for my meth
So I’ll make sure we’re together until my last breath
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[informant] => ArloDisarray
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I once was beautiful (a lover called meth)
Contributed by
ArloDisarray
on
Wednesday, 14th August 2013 @ 04:17:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I was once beautiful, witty, and kind
Now I am withered, wicked and blind
I’m aging more quickly, but I’m not getting old
Listen to me as this story unfolds
I lost my beauty to a lover called Meth
A horrible drug that will send me to my death
My new best friend, replaced all the last
Pushing away all the love from my past
Broken lips split open to take it in
Bones showing through what’s left of my skin
Losing my family and all of my friends
Still isn’t enough to make all this end
I’m committed now, so I won’t give this up
There’s no such point as having enough
I killed the person I once used to be
So I could make room for this version of me
I’m no longer pretty. I’m no longer kind.
I’m grey, and I’m ugly, and out of my mind.
There’s nothing I care about, except for my meth
So I’ll make sure we’re together until my last breath
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ArloDisarray
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2013-08-14 16:17:05]
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Re: I once was beautiful (a lover called meth)
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 16th August 2013 @ 05:41:31 PM AEST
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I'm surprised that nobody picked up on this and commented before me, I found it powerful and gritty and a stark reminder of how any kind of drug steals your real self and leaves you with a husk of a person that really shouldn't be so.
The only drug anyone should be on is life itself!!
Steve |
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Re: I once was beautiful (a lover called meth)
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by MarkMark on
Friday, 16th August 2013 @ 10:28:04 PM AEST
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| It may look bad but there is still hope. I was on drugs for like 20 years crack and coke . Meth was a relief from the crackhead life but I didn't say it was a good thing . I used to think for years it was the drugs that had me so screwed up and unable to function . It turned out that drugs are only a symptom of what really is wrong . Until I accepted the fact that I was a crack head and a bad alcoholic who drank a fifth of vodka before noon everyday but on the inside I was not a bad guy or a loser like I thought I was powerless to quit. I didn't like my real self and I used to pretend I was somebody other than that person I was .I didn't think anyone knew I was doing crack or was so addicted to vodka. But everyone knew they just would not say it to my face so I thought I had the world fooled .I was the only fool . Been to rehab 43 times since I was 14 It only made me worse . When I finally quit trying to quit and just gave up pretending and realized that I was an okay person , not great or horrible I was just okay and that is all anyone can really expect to be without being disappointed and feeling like a failure. I didn't have to be the best I only had to be me and it took a long time to realize this.Once I did I didn't need to try and hide by using drugs. But at the time I didn't understand this I just gave up and said God what ever happens is going to happen I will just sit here and wait for it and it all changed I quit trying to force life and I started to live. . The desire to smoke crack just went away. also I got tired of screaming and taking off all my clothes while running down the street thinking snakes were crawling all over me after I took a big hit.I was a real dumb ass to see in action I guess . I also just stopped thinking about getting drunk and I drank for 30 years and the first time I smoked crack was in 1979. I quit drinking in 2005 and haven't smoked crack since about the same time .I still look good but it is really hard on women though . People don't believe I was a homeless crackhead on the street now but I was for a long time . I don't know what it will take for her but focusing on the drug use is not going to do much It would be better to allow her to use while you try and talk to her and see if you can find out what it is about herself that she hates and is ashamed of . It isn't the drug use she felt that way before she started . She just looked healthy and no one noticed anything wrong .but drugs can kill her don't get me wrong don't give up .And why get angry ? she is the one suffering just be there for her . Don't let her near your valuables though she won't be able to help her self trust me . .Great poem about an all to real subject. |
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Re: I once was beautiful (a lover called meth)
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by SuicidalSon on
Thursday, 3rd March 2016 @ 07:59:43 PM AEST
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| Damn good write! And I have seen the same thing happen in many of closest friends. |
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