Speak Up

Lost, thats exactly what happened to my sister, she was lost. And her losing herself meant everyone lost her. Sometimes I can't remember what it is like to have a supporting, loving, carefree sister. Drugs took over her, but meth took over her life. She became so distant, secretive, angry, paranoid, and violent. She became way under weight, never cared about her apperance, had scabs all over her legs, her arms bruised from needles going up her veins. Someone who use to be my best friend became someone i couldnt even recongize. Talking to her was a lost cause, she never believed she had a problem. When i begged and cried to her to stop and think of all the people who loved her, she responsed with that she understood but loved her drug more than anything at that time and couldnt stop. That talk was when I knew she was in trouble. I dont think people understand that their drug addictions effect everyone around them. The last time she saw her daugher sober she was 6 months old, she is know a beautiful 16 month old, without a real mother. The last time I saw my sister sober? I can't even remember, I feel so pathetic and alone when people ask about her. It can be so embarrassing, knowing someone who had so much potential to be a good student, mother, sister, daughter, friend, employee, blow all of it away for a needle up their arm because she thinks its the only way to live. Well the way my family lives is with a lost member, hoping one day they will find their way back. But until that day, the day where something becomes more important than that rush she gets from meth, she will countine to be lost.