Meth

For this thanksgiving break, I was trying to relax and I was watching lots of movies. I came across the movie “beautiful boy”. It allows me to know a lot more about drug addiction. Before watching this movie, I always thought the drug addicts are purely lack of self-control. I always assumed that they are dumb enough to get involved in drugs, they are even being more stupid and inconsiderate to continue down the path. I always know withdrawal is going to be hard, however, I did not realize that for people who is involved in the stronger drugs, it means a life time struggle. After watching the movie, I realize that meth changes your how your brain organizes and regulates experience and emotion when one is overwhelmed. Basically meth will make one to be easily  ashamed or angry or depressed easily. They will feel like there will be a black hole inside of them, hence to fill that hole up, the drug addicts may easily go for the only way they know, which is meth. However, the more meth they take in, the more damage will be down about their brain. Hence, more dose they would want to take later on. Sadly, the damage to the brain is irreversible  hence one’s life will actually be a constant fight against drug. Hence, I decided to do a set of photography relating to this. Enjoy!

“It made the world darker, and took everything I believed in and distorted them to make me go down the path to pulling out my eyes. That’s how strong the drug was. It was the will of evil.” — 20-year-old girl Kaylee Mutthart, Meth addictive

 

 

Hence, please enjoy my series of images named:

 

Addiction

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would love to end this series with this poem…

The Ecstasy And The Agony

At long last the phone call.
Then the questions.
How?
Why?
Then comes the thundering roar –
Of silence in reply.

The first sleepless night;
Memories swarm like bees.
Finally the sun rises
On the first day that you will never see.

When did it all
Take a turn for the worse?
When did your blessings
Become such a curse?

When did the kid with the lemonade stand
Who loved riding his bike as far as he was able
Become the kid with the cigarette pack?
When did “help” turn into “enable”?

At last you discovered
That a rush without equal
Would fulfill all your dreams
And required only a needle.

But the needle is a harsh mistress
And she demands
Absolute faithfulness
To her commands.

Lie, cheat, steal
All this and more.
Just to pay homage
At the foot of her door.

She WILL NOT be “cured.”
She WILL NOT “go away.”
She WILL haunt you to the grave
For the rest of your days.

And what of the kid
With the lemonade stand?
He made one fatal choice, which
Only later did he understand.

The death of one so young
May seem sad beyond belief.
Yet sadder still the fact
That only death may give relief.

Would you condemn one so young
To this life he knows all too well?
Then God might ask, “What right have YOU
To sentence him to Hell?”

Beyond Death’s door may lie
Some realm or land wherein
The miseries of life are lifted
And peace is found within.

But no map of THIS world
Points the way to such a land.
Either such a place does not exist
Or is beyond the ken of Man.

Can you see that kid upon his bike?
The joy upon his face?
Do not begrudge one final rush
As he races to Death’s warm embrace.

He rides the wave of that mighty rush,
Misery fading into the past.
This world of woe not his concern
As his heart – slowly beats – its last.

—By a mother after the Death Of her Son From Heroin Overdose

(I never even thought about writing a poem until the death of my son. He struggled with his addiction for about 10 years. His mother and I did all we could to avoid this outcome. It was a time of seemingly endless detox and rehab centers, 3am calls, etc. In the end, he lost his battle. Sadly, there was a kind of “inevitability” about it – to the point that perhaps he found the only way to end his struggle. He was 28 at the time of his death.)

© RandomPoet, Published: September 14, 2018, Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-ecstasy-and-the-agony