My struggle with methMature

I struggle with it every day

And yet I've never used it.

Wanting it tears me apart

But I'd never touch it.

The rush of it fills my blood

I've never even seen it...

My struggle with meth

Is not even my own...

It's my brother's

And yet I suffer...

I suffer because I see what it does to him.

I suffer because I see what it did to his family.

His mother

His father

Wife and kids...

His coworkers

His boss

His closest friends...

It tears me apart

Like it did to them.

I struggle with meth

Because of my friend...

The toll of the battle

Is mostly collateral...

All the damage it's done

For just a little bit of fun...

I hope I can win my struggle with meth

Before I lose my friend, my brother to his death...

So before you pick up that pipe!

Before you stick that needle in your vein...

Just think of your friends and family and the torment in their brains...

Think of me...

As I lay my struggle with meth to rest...

In a pine box with my friend I loved the best...

The End

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