Today I am celebrating 10 months sober! Recently I have felt a spring in my step that I had long forgotten I once had. It’s a wonderful feeling! I want to express my gratitude every chance I get to all of you and most importantly, to my Higher Power.
I came across this poem as I was web-surfing. It appears in several places on the web and the writer has chosen to be anonymous. I like the poem because it reminds me of where I was 10 months ago. I also thought that it would help those of you–the majority of you–who have not been myth users to understand exactly what this drug is about. And hopefully, it will persuade those who may be curious about the drug to turn and run.
I must confess that I wasn’t a big fan of some of the rhyming patterns of the original poem, so I took the liberty of making a few revisions. I came to find out, after doing a few more searches, that the poem has many different versions floating around in cyberspace. I have made as few changes as possible (to my original source) and attempted to keep the essence of the original poem.
Hello, My Friend,
I destroy homes. I tear families apart.
I take children and that’s just the start.
I’m more valued than diamonds, more precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.

If you need me, remember, I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in school or in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor.
I live down the street, and maybe next door.
I’m made in a lab, but not one like you think.
Like one in a closet or even a sink.
I’m made in the suburbs. I’m made in the hood.
If this scares you to death, it certainly should.
I have many names, but there’s one you’ll know best.
You’ve certainly heard of me. My name’s Crystal Myth.
My power is awesome. Try me. You’ll see.
But once that you do, you may never break free.
Try me just once, I might let you go.
Then try me twice and I’ll own your own soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have to, just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit for my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in my arms.
You’ll lie to your mother, you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you won’t even feel sad.

Just forget your morals, and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience. I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from their parents. I won’t make amends.
I turn people from God. I separate friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks, your pride.
I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give it all up. Your family, your home.
Your money, your friends, you’ll be all alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take till you’ve no more to give.
When I’m finished with you, you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned. THIS IS NOT A GAME.
If I’m given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravage your body. I’ll master your mind.
I’ll own you completely. Your soul will be MINE.
I’ll come in your nightmares when you’re lying in bed,
I’ll whisper to you from inside your head.
The shakes, the sweats, and the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are presents from me.
By then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart,
You are now mine, and we never shall part.
You’ll regret that you tried me. They always do.
But you came looking for me. Not I for you.
You knew this would happen. Many times you were told
But you challenged my power. You chose to be bold.
You could have said “no” and just walked away.
If you could live over, now what would you say?
I am awesome in power, as I told you before.
I’ll take your mother and turn her into a whore.

I’ll be your master, you’ll do as I say,
Even when I tell you to go to your grave.
Now that you’ve met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It’s all up to you.
I can show you more misery than mere words can tell.
Come, take my hand. Let me
lead you
to hell.
–Anonymous, Revised by John R. Pigate


i think this poem is really sad
Thank you Simon!
John
Very thought provoking indeed, wishing you well for the future.
Scotti,
Thank you for visiting! And, of course, for the prayers!
John
Praise God! Congratulations. Keep standing firm, brother.
Praying for you,
Scotti
Ron,
You just don’t know how thankful we were to have you come and spend a week of vacation with us. About a year or so ago, I thought I might not ever see you alive again, but I knew I couldn’t save you from destruction. I could only pray and hope that God would answer my prayer and the prayers of many of my friends.
Many, many times, during the times we did not even know where you were or could not even get in touch with you, I would awaken in the middle of the night and go to my kitchen and weep and ask God for mercy and to save you from the destruction.
We serve an awesome God. I’m so thankful that YOU are still in our lives, and I love you more than you will ever know. You are such a special brother and friend!!!!!
Love,
Shanda