Dear meth monster...
Its been 8 years sense the day you walked into my life,
I remember that very moment like it was yesterday....
just one time I told myself, the first hit off that glass pipe turned into lines on the table which then lead to a needle in my arm....
it made me feel everything I've always longed for, which was to feel nothing at all...
I feel nothing but emptiness as I lose a piece of my soul everyday, until I could no longer recognize the person looking back in the mirror....
so this is my final goodbye my dearest meth monster, for I am free and you no longer have control...
M