Meth Poem by MCV mckeever

sitting here alone in this empty hollow
gasping for every breath it is getting harder to swallow
thinking what is life and what is death
it is probably like the feeling if you were to take Meth
The feeling like you were lost
then your eyes Begin to cross
thinking it is not fare for me to die
but if you die it is not fare to see your parents cry
maybe then you will cry asking God why did you not get to say good bye
then he will say you made the dumb choice of taking meth
and now all you remember is taking your last breath