Speak Up

I never thought I would be one of the so called Tweakers and before I knew it I was spending hundreds a week on Meth. I started at 16 and just loved it. I hurt someone who cared about me and I would see her in town and be spinning and wouldn't feel so bad when I was high.

The come downs were so bad. I would put holes in walls or even punch myself because of how mad I was. I shot it up because it hit harder and faster. The feeling was so amazing. I couldn't stop. Now I am 20 and I just relapsed and feel like an idiot but I am getting myself out of this slump. I still don’t have much feeling. Laughter is fake and hard. I don't get excited about much. But I am doing my best. I wish in school I would have learned a lot more about meth. But it still wouldn't have stopped me.