Speak Up

Just one. That's all I was told. Try it, it's not that bad. So I tried it. It wasn't my first encounter with drugs. I'd been taking and abusing drugs for a couple years. X, coke, heroine I was so far down i didn't know where to begin to crawl. My truest addiction was pills. mostly oxy but if i couldn't get it i'd find others. I wanted to burn to escape. So I gave meth a shot. Days, weeks passed i didn't know, the cocktail i had made of pills had pushed me to the state that i didn't care. I was empty. i needed a high just to feel. not that I wanted to. But I had a wake up call. not by looking in the mirror, no. I had broken my mirrors, i was scared to see what I had become. What woke me up was when Melissa, a friend a true and honest friend found me in a back alley of Denver. she started to cry. And something clicked. I knew it was my fault, i knew she cried because of me. She started to tell me about everything that i did. The things i thought no one knew. Like stealing money from my parents or popping my mom's anti depressants. Like shoplifting from stores, or hot wiring a car for parts to supply my habit. She told me about her boyfriend dying because he overdosed on something I had given him. I still don't know what it was. i couldn't cry, i couldn't think. So I asked. Asked her to help me. I'm lucky. She found me. Brought me back. My name is Thomas. I am 21, I started meth at 17. I've been clean since then. And nothing will ever make me go back.