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My Name Is Crack (by Anon)
Posted On 03/20/2008 23:49:40 by justaSeeker

My Name is Crack

I destroy homes....... I tear families apart.

I take your children......and that's just the start.

I'm more costly 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 schools and in town.

I live with the rich...I live with the poor...

I live down the street...maybe even next door!

I am made in such ways...you can shoot me or smoke...

I used to be called "cocaine...or coke"

The sound that I make, when you're inhaling my stench...

Is how my name "Crack" came to be...(perfect sense)

My power is awesome; try me, you'll see...

But if you do, you may never break free.

Just try me once, and I may let you go...

But try me twice, and I'll own your 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 your arms, lungs and nose.

You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad.....

When you see their tears, ...you should feel sad.

But you will forget your morals...and how you were raised.....

I'll be your "conscience"...I'll teach you "my ways".

I'll take kids from parents, and parents from kids.

I turn people from "GOD".....and separate friends.

I'll take everything from you, ...your looks and your pride.

I'll be with you ALWAYS.......right by your side.

You'll give up everything...your family, your home....

your friends,.... your money....then you'll be all alone.

I'll take & take, till you have nothing more to give...

When I'm finished with you....you'll be lucky to live.

If you try me, be warned........this is no "game"...

If given the chance....I'll drive you insane!

I'll ravish your body...I'll control your mind..

I'll own you "completely"....your "soul" will be mine!

The nightmares I'll give you, while lying in bed...

The voices you'll hear.....from inside your head...

The sweats, the shakes...the "visions" you'll see...

I want you to know...these are ALL "gifts from me".

But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart..

That you are MINE.....and we shall not part....

You'll regret that you tried me...they always do...

But YOU came to ME...Not "I" to you......

You knew this would happen,...many times you were told...

But you challenged my "power"...and chose to be "bold".

You could have said "no".....and just walked away...

If you could live that day over...now what would you say???

I'll be your "Master".....and you'll be my slave...

I'll even go with you...when you go to your grave.

Now that you have met me...what will you do??

Will you try me or not? It's all up to you....

I can bring you more misery than words can tell...

Come take my hand....let me lead you to HELL!!!!

Please Note :  These are NOT my words, i found it on the 'Net, while researching crack. It most likely was written by an anonymous someone, that had been entrapped  by crack, and was wanting to warn others, about it's dangers.
Please feel free to use it, and post it elsewhere.

   

Tags: Drugs Crack Rock Pipe Addict Addiction Hell Grave Misery Hand Master Slave



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03/21/2008 20:18:49

powerful words



03/21/2008 01:40:46

Yep...all true...at 50 years of age my first husband and father of my children, who had been a decent, dependable man most of our marriage, decided he needed a boost so he could go to work in the mornings after the drinking all night he'd gotten back into . ...and his "friends" told him cocaine would "do the trick".


Well, it tricked him all right..and destroyed our home and led to our separation and divorce, but not until after I, and sometimes the children, participated with him in three drug treatment stays...and still the cocaine held its grip. He lost his family, his car, and his job, but most of all, he lost himself.

He disappeared one day, without even saying goodbye to his children who he loved. I think he was very ashamed. After years, my daughter, now having a son and wishing to unite him with his grandpa,  found her father in another state and brought him back to live in our city. He now seems some better, but, when he's with us at our family gatherings, sometimes he's jittery and seems unable to sit still. We believe he still uses on occasion, how much we don't know.

The following is a line from something I wrote during the time we were still married and I was so confused and hurt:

"O, cursed chemical, that splits and rips and alters us

Into thngs we never meant to be."





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