Married to Meth

Married to Meth.
You arrived at a time when my heart was empty and lost,
you vowed to make me yours forever no matter what the cost,
you stood next to my side through all the thick and thin never to change your love for me for I am your one true friend,
when I sleep dreams of you run rapid through my head,
in all honesty without you I may have already been dead,
I was so alone and filled with evil thought,
you helped me forget just how much my life was so distraught,
you held me back from doing a lot of foolish things,
and made me so eager to see what the next day may bring,
your my life, my only friend,
I will never forget you Meth, not even in the end.
Written by Betty Schumacher
Dedicated to addicts everywhere who think they are the
only ones who has been taken in by the devils evil game.
Addiction is much more then getting high, it becomes a personal
relationship for most.
I remember thinking about where I was going to be able to
shoot up next, how low I was getting on supply, somebody
finding my secret and instead of worrying about how angry they would be at me, I was more worried about them dumping my dope out.
Meth was my lover, my friend, my better half if you will.
If you are reading this and you have never had to deal with this type of addiction, then congrats, but if the chance ever does arise and you think about getting high just to try it out, think again.
And for the addict who is reading this and feeling ashamed and guilty,
your not alone.
Message me if you want to.

Crystle Crown
Caught up in this world of high,
never knowing whats real or a lie,
pity for those who don't care to know who he is,
wishing he had more friends than just this.
Not sure who to turn to when he is feeling down,
so he cloaks his feelings with a magic crystle crown,
he holds all his tears in not able to show,
fear of what the system may throw.
If they only knew how good of man he can be,
they wouldn't even consider locking him up and throwing away the key,
but they don't care, no they don't give a shit,
put a good man in jail where his kindness will sit.
Not sure who to turn to when he is feeling down,
so he cloaks his feelings with a magic crystle crown,
he holds all his tears in not able to show,
fear of what the system may throw.
Growing up he never thought,
of evilness this bag has brought,
unable to function, unable to stop,
running scared through the night while trying to "cop",
loosing all feelings and forgetting to love,
selling a bag while asking for forgiveness from above,
anger built up and taking over his mind,
regretting having that in his reach for the police to find,
now awaiting his sentence it still hasn't sunk in,
that this man, once just a baby, may be headed for the pen.
Not sure who to turn to when he is feeling down,
so he cloaks his feelings with a magic crystle crown,
he holds all his tears in not able to show,
fear of what the system may throw.
If they only knew how good of man he can be,
they wouldn't consider locking him up and throwing away the key,
He cloaks his feelings with a magic crystle crown,
not sure who to turn to when he is feeling down,
loosing all feelings and forgetting to love,
selling a bag while asking for forgiveness from above,
now awaiting his sentence it still hasn't sunk in,
that this man, once just a baby, may be headed for the pen.
Written by Betty Schumacher

Awaiting Ache
I heard you calling so I went to you,
all to familiar nothing new,
you took me in and locked the door,
and left me wanting even more,
to guilty to pray,
only lies I will say,
I cant get you to leave,
as I roll up my sleeve,
days rolling by not sure of the time,
risking my all not owning a dime,
but still I am able,
to sit at this table,
ease this awaiting ache,
allowing you my soul to take.
Written by Betty Schumacher

My Addiction
There was a time when life for me, had no meaning at all,
I ached for you my darling,in love you made me fall,
I awoke from my dreams of you, my sheets were soaked with sweat,
You are my lonely addiction, an addiction I long to forget.
Days would go by, I thought I was strong,
but you were always there, to show me I was wrong,
when family would tell me how horrible I looked,
I'd run to you for comfort, pretending I was not hooked.
My body getting smaller, my guilt has taken its toll,
loss of feelings and emotions, forgetting every goal,
you are my addiction, my only true friend,
but now time has come, for this friendship to end.
I want to take my soul back, and be who I was back then,
it was you that made me unable to feel, well, I want to feel again,
I beg for you to leave me now, let me forget all the times we shared,
I realize now that you lied to me about being the only one who cared.
This has been a constant struggle that most couldn't understand,
whenever I feel weak and lost, addiction is there holding out his hand,
telling me he can make me feel beautiful, like he did when we first met,
he is my addiction, my addiction I long to forget.
Written by Betty Schumacher