Speak Up

I grew up in foster homes,I never listen and I started running away...I would stay with friends and we would go from friends house to friends house..one day we went to a friends house and they were smoking some white stuff that smelled funny..they said you want to hit this..and I said sure....they handed me the glass pipe and I almost flipped it over...someone grabbed it from me and said be careful how old are you and I said i was 17 but really i was a ten year old with a bunch of make up..so I could pass for 17..they said do you know how to smoke crystal meth and I said yes I smoke this all the time..but really it was my first time...they handed it back to me and I spilled it out becuz i flipped the pipe upside down.everyone was sooo mad at me..I felt embarresed and left....from that day on I started smoking meth.one hit and I was addicted.I just wanted to be cool and fit in..now im 22 and still addicted to this crystal meth.I would cry everynight becuz I had lost everything and I just wanted to quite crystal meth but it is so hard.I also lost my son at age 16 becuz of crystal me.I have came close to death while running the streets looking for crystal meth.I use to sleep in parks just me and my crystal meth.I beat up my mom while I was on crystal meth.stole from people my family..and In the end you will have nothing.today I am 24 .i have two years clean and wouldnt go back to meth for anything