Out of Control

The days went by fast.
The more crystal I took,
the shadier and shadier I looked.
Stole money, some silver.
All that I could grab.
I started at 12,
swore I would stop.
Now I'm 16
and what can I say
before the meth I was nervous
unhappy with life.
After I felt nothing,
almost like I was free.
But I was wrong,
a slave to the drug
so of course
it didn't last.
My problems caught up.
Grades were in the trash.
My whole life was fucked up.
And I didn't want to admit it,
that things got out of hand,
but it was time to fess up.
I needed someone to understand.
To understand and for me to admit
I was wrong
to admit, that I had become powerless
over my addiction.