I live in a METHed up world
I live in a "Methed" up world.
Where the air is thick with smoke,
And the streets are filled with broken dreams.
The smell of chemicals lingers,
As people chase their next high.
Neighbors turn into strangers,
As they disappear into their own highs.
Children grow up too fast,
With parents who are lost in their addiction.
They learn to fend for themselves,
In a world that's full of friction.
Crime rates soar,
As desperation takes over.
Families torn apart,
By this powerful drug that they can't recover.
Homes become labs,
And dealers rule the streets.
Innocent lives are taken,
By this destructive beast.
The government turns a blind eye,
As the epidemic spreads.
Leaving behind a trail of destruction,
And shattered lives in its stead.
I long for a world without "meth",
Where families can heal and thrive.
But until then, I'll continue to live,
In this "methed" up world, barely surviving.
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