Speak Up

I can't seem to put it in words. I was able to think of 5 differnt story's to explain everything. But honestly nobody cares. You're here to judge me and tell I'm in the wrong, but I couldn't care less. I did meth to free my mind from pain and body from fatigue. But I have reached my limit but it's hard. I'm trying my best to stop. No friends because they fallen to there own addictions and problems, but really who needs friends, they come and go. But I really feel alone and The pain of not using is unbearable.... Jail messed me up. The riots, the suicides, the crooked of correction officers. I lost hope. I can't seem to find it. If there is someone out there... Who truly understands how it feels to be misunderstood please... I was never like this... I used to be innocent .. I was that wimp... Now I'm feared for what I been put through. I wanna be rememberd for who I use to be. Not the monster I was created into .