Monster

Seventy-two hours
She had been up
She was awake and still going strong
Not showing any signs
That she was ready to crash
Crank
Glass
Crystal Meth
It felt good
She went through the highest extents
Just to get that feeling
The rush
The thrill
The high
But something had changed
She didn't get that high anymore
It was this sick feeling
Waves of
Nausea
Anxiety
Paranoia
Like everyone was against her
The whole world was
They all hated her
Was what she thought at least
Meth
The only thing she had left
She had pushed everyone away
She wanted to stop
She hated it
But she was a goner
She was addicted to it
A monster
A poison
A murderer
Her favorite way of
Letting the monster into her system was
Injection
She held the dirty needle
To her arm
And let the monster
Invade her veins
She felt that crazed feeling
The feeling
That made her feel
Like she could let go
Freedom
But she wasn't free
The monster
It possessed her
Body
Mind
Soul
She was ghostly
Able to live without a soul
It now belonged to the
Monster
She belonged to the
Monster
She was lost
The monster
Took away everything
Such a cruel, hell-bent monster
It all started by peer pressure
Now it had become an addiction
Torn her family apart
Taken her friends away
Contorted her life into
A living hell
MethIt was draining the life out of her
It wanted her to suffer
It wanted her to feel the pain
And now it was going to
Drag her to hell