My son was a victim of the devil meth.. He took his life last August. Couldn't break free from the grips of meth. I miss him so. Visit Austin's memorial website and share with others. This is where meth will lead you.
Jill, my deepest sympathies. I truly hope that everyone will take the time to read about the life and untimely death of your beautiful son. God Bless you.
melissa
· 2 years ago
I have this poem on my other computer but couldn't get it off so I went into yahoo and found it thanks. This poem is so true that it is scray.
krista
· 1 year ago
thank u for telling the truth that shit stole 10 years of my life and i am a grateful recovering addict today.i have 13 months and 11 days clean today and i used to count how many days i could stay up ,today i am clean with my 3 babies and cannot ever forget that i am a dope fiend when i do thats when that bastard sneaks up on me i know there is hope cuz i remember when i had no hope thank you for the poem that gave me a reason to stay clean today
Some Chick
· 1 year ago
Krista - thank you for stopping by and sharing your story. Congrats on your sobriety!
emily
· 1 year ago
the first time i heard this poem i was a user of meth. i was on that shit from the time i was 13 to august of last year. i am now 18 and i cant even imagine ever even looking and that stuff let alone do it. i still have cravings every now and again but i will never do it again.
Some Chick
· 1 year ago
Emily - thanks for stopping by and sharing your experience. I am ELATED to hear that you are clean and sober. You are young and have your whole life ahead of you - CONGRATS!
sunny
· 1 year ago
thats deep
Richard
· 1 year ago
It's a shit poem but it does raise awareness. I saw it in some school work that I do which is about addiction. Okay perhaps not a shit poem, just not my cup of tea-poem.
amanda
· 1 year ago
Only 8% of people stay clean of this drug!!! In 2005 i was completely hooked on Crystal Meth! i lost everything, friends, family and the most important person in my life... my little girl. when they took her i dwelled in self pitty for months until i couldnt bare the pain anymore. I enrolled my self in a drug treatment program where i spent a lot of time cleaning up. I am proud to say I have been clean for 32 months and continue to battle this addiction. I have my little girl back and lead a healthy life style! This poem helps me stay clean, if i ever think about it I read this poem and remember the nightmare it helped me make. I would like to thank the woman that wrote this poem may she rest in peace!!! My prayers go out to all the addicts and recoverind addicts... GOD BLESS!!!!
Some Chick
· 1 year ago
Amanda - thank you for stopping in and sharing your story. I am so happy for you. Stay strong!
UNKNOWN
· 1 year ago
HOW COULD PEOPLE DO DIS S@#%!!!!!!!!!!!!HU EVA DOES DIS IS, I CANT EXPLAIN U JUST GROSS!!!!!!!!!U TEACHING CHILDREN THE WRONG THING AE NOT GUD!
kevin
· 1 year ago
wow were did you get this poem? me and my friend that i was locked up with made this poem from scratch.we put our talents of poetry to tell the truth of our past experinces. this poem must have been past down over and over,like telephone.it doesnt sound as good as my original copy..which was stolen frm me by the way.i hate when ppl take credit frm other pples art.
SomeChick
· 1 year ago
This poem has been doing the rounds on the internet for years and is posted all over the place. It's become a sort of cult favorite among meth users and survivors. It's very well written and if you are the original author, then you did a great job.
Amber Ruiz
· 1 year ago
THis is a great poem, my sister has been sober for a few months now, she is doing great, I called her and read her this poem and she asked me to send her a copy so that she can share it at her AA and NA meetings.
Have a great day
kayla
· 1 year ago
this is a cool poem! and its true. i love it. i even sent it to all of my friends!
notevenonce
· 11 months ago
i think that this poem is very interesting and i am glad that someone is taking the effect of meth seriosly . just like in the poem meth isnt a game dont even do it "just once" it will ruin your life you have no idea
Sarah G
· 11 months ago
I am a survivor of METH and its DEADLY ADDICTION I spent 10yrs on meth and 3yrs in ad seg in tx prisons Today I have my kids again almost two years OUT and CLEAN! I know God Has been the change in me REMEMBERING I can do better for my kids! So can U! 28 yo Single Mom in Aiustin tX
Boone
· 8 months ago
Hi m.y life is a story of hope also im a recoveing meth addict & artist.I'm glad more people are talking about this problem.There is hope I'm living proof. GOD made a big change in my life .I tried several times on my own & only made it a year at a time but since I found Jesus I've broke that record by 6mo. I'm going to send some of my art
mariel
· 7 months ago
this poem is so true it leaves you with a real perspective on meth
rob cowan
· 6 months ago
Jill, my name is Rob Cowan, you probably used to think very badly of me, I think about Austin all the time. I am not trying to bring up bad memories but I just want you to know that I have been clean for almost 4 years, I am so sorry for your loss please tell Natalie I am so sorry for the way I acted in 2001. I was a very different person then, an addict. Austin and I have some weird kind of connection, I speak to him in my mind often and I ask him for some kind of sign to let me know he hears me and I get it in some sort of way. I am so glad I had the priveledge to be friends with Austin, thank you for bringing him into this world. As long as this website lives he lives in everyone who reads it. Austins friend, Rob Cowan
rob cowan
· 6 months ago
I miss you buddy ,keep sending me those goosebumps when I think of you.
kimberlie
· 5 months ago
i love this its soo freaking true i dont see how people do it but u know we cant do anything about it!!!! they have to help themselves first before we can help them!!! ♥im here for u emily we love u♥
Kami
· 5 months ago
i was taken from my mom cause she used meth...for 5 years i took care of my lil sis & 2 lil bros...now i dotn get 2 see my bros because they live wit their dad an me & my sis live wit ours...meth is such a awful drug...i wish mom would have said no!
frances
· 4 months ago
This is a great poem!! I have never ever tried meth myself but have had friends with bad experiences. I hope u dont mind i posted it on my face book page. askin my friends to pass this on.
HEIDI
· 4 months ago
TRUE TRUE TRUE.THANKS TO MY DAUGHTER I LEFT A SMALL TOWN AND GOT AWAY FROM THAT CRAZY CRAZY STUFF.I THANK HER AND GOD EVERYDAY.NOW I WOULD LIKE TO SEE 2 OF MY SONS PUT IT AWAY FOR GOOD BE4 ITS TOO LATE.
2matt2
· 1 week ago
I am 21years old. I am a recovering drug addict, i have been clean now for two years. This poem could never be more true Crystal Meth steals your soul and drives a person away from God. the Crystal is the devil in disguise and will make you do things that you could never imagine. To all the teenagers out there do not go down that road. May our loving God and saviour be with you!
2matt2
· 1 week ago
I am 21years old. I am a recovering drug addict, i have been clean now for two years. This poem could never be more true Crystal Meth steals your soul and drives a person away from God. the Crystal is the devil in disguise and will make you do things that you could never imagine. To all the teenagers out there do not go down that road. May our loving God and saviour be with you!
Big Dog
· 3 days ago
Here is a poem I wrote about meth. It's called
The Cook
There are only a few who know the trade - How methamphetamine is made. They live their lives always on the run - Just waiting for the next batch to be done. Peeking around corners in fear of a bust - As they’re bright shinny dreams crumble to dust. Women who are only driven by lust. Whose only desire is the crystal white dust? Everyone wants a piece of the pie - So C'mon man, let's get high! But once there up, they only wig out - Leaving their minds to treachery and doubt. And the cook's well aware of their grief - Of knowing his friends are only thieves. Either caught in the act or burned in a deal - By supposed friends designing what is real. There's only one way a cook can win - And that by having a partner who is true to the end. In a true partner who is strong at heart - Exists a bond that none can part. Together weeding out the crooks, cops - Lowlife's, backstabbers and the lames. Jointly running a business impossible to stop - Blazing a trail straight to the top. But what will it cost you for the Great Life? Nothing much - just you’re family, home, friends and your life. There's nothing on Earth that's worth such a cost - Not to mention all the time that you spent in prison that you've lost. So, once you get there don't forget what it took... To Be The Man who knows how to cook.
Written by me in Folsom Prison
crystalk
· 2 days ago
This poem couldn't be more accurate I am a recovering addict...8 months going strong!
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Visit Austin's memorial website and share with others. This is where meth will lead you.
www.austin-hesse.last-memories.com
Okay perhaps not a shit poem, just not my cup of tea-poem.
Have a great day
♥im here for u emily we love u♥
The Cook
There are only a few who know the trade - How methamphetamine is made. They live their lives always on the run - Just waiting for the next batch to be done. Peeking around corners in fear of a bust - As they’re bright shinny dreams crumble to dust. Women who are only driven by lust. Whose only desire is the crystal white dust? Everyone wants a piece of the pie - So C'mon man, let's get high! But once there up, they only wig out - Leaving their minds to treachery and doubt. And the cook's well aware of their grief - Of knowing his friends are only thieves. Either caught in the act or burned in a deal - By supposed friends designing what is real. There's only one way a cook can win - And that by having a partner who is true to the end. In a true partner who is strong at heart - Exists a bond that none can part. Together weeding out the crooks, cops - Lowlife's, backstabbers and the lames. Jointly running a business impossible to stop - Blazing a trail straight to the top. But what will it cost you for the Great Life? Nothing much - just you’re family, home, friends and your life. There's nothing on Earth that's worth such a cost - Not to mention all the time that you spent in prison that you've lost. So, once you get there don't forget what it took... To Be The Man who knows how to cook.
Written by me in Folsom Prison