Speak Up

I could barley recognize him when i first saw him, all the weight was gone, he was so skinny. He had completley turned into the oppisite of what he use to be, a man, a father, a role model. When i see him i wonder who im talking to, is this my dad, or the meth im talking to. A family so quickly torn apart from that snake called meth. It came from nowhere and took us all by suprise, especially me. I always denied it saying he'd never do that but i finally had to face reality and swallow the lies i had told myself. Not a day goes by that i dont think "what if he never used meth", would he be the same man he use to be, but i guess i'll never know. Thats why im writing this today to show people that meth is the devil, it will tear your family apart and you will lose loved ones. I never really knew what it was like to grow up with a father, it was the other way around, i took care of him, had to worry all the time about if he was ok or if he was hurt. Whats done is done and can never be taken back, all i can do is try my best to still save what little of him that is still left. I know theres still a good man in there but he's just dosent know how to get out. Meth is like nothing i have ever seen before, it can change a person in the blink of an eye and erase all of what a person use to be, just like my dad. I just pray and hope that enyone that ever think of doing meth will realize once they do it they will never be the same again, and will ruin everything they ever had or dreamed of having. I pray everyday that i will one day get my father back and live the memories that i missed growing up but it a little to late for that and i just have to pray about it, and move on. This is why im joining the speak up against meth project. i never want anyone to go through what i did.