Speak Up

Meth
Odd silence happens when I'm alone.
Not really seeing clear.
What I've done makes me feel like I'm up in the air.
Breaking rules, demolishing morels, but yet I feel so free.
I love this feeling that's gone threw me.
I want more, so I spend my money and get it.
One day at a party I'm offered the freedom I have come to enjoy.
But wait-I know not this feeling.
What's happening to me?
I see my life pass before my eyes, is this heaven.?
I see red smoke.
No, this is hell.
My head hurts with tremendous feeling,
can I not just wake up from this dealing?
Bright lights, ugly words, I hear my freedom spoken.
I picture my freedom broken.
Never again will I have freedom, for I wake up beside myself.
As I worried of that particular potion