Speak Up

Meth, it's devil, that's only found by the broken and the rebels. It has been taken by my family to long, we can never be right because meth became their wrong. After 35 years, smoking and shooting, how is it that this 18 year old is still hurting? Why is my mama and siblings taking one last hit? Why is it that i cant get over it?! I finally found someone who loves me and only me, he became the reason i was finally happy. I knew he had a problem no doubt, but I knew that he would never go down that route. Until one day he just snapped, being so happy our smiles just cracked, he screamed with everything he had, i dont think ive ever felt that sad. Being together for almost a year, how could he bring me to tears. Now its over, ya its done. My father in law has lost his one and only son.. I'm sitting here with questions running through my head, while he's sitting there in a jail bed.. Meth why do you keep taking the people i need, why do you keep making their forearms bleed?! Why can't you just stay away, why am i the one that has to pay? I've never seen you face to face, i've only seen you inside youre little red case.. You think youre so much, but youre so little.. because if you were so much, i wouldnt be writing this riddle.