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A riddle for those who need help to see how your life can be ruined by methamphetamines

As all the stories go
how it all started 
that first ever toke 
when you and reality parted. 

It was just a party thing 
it was only on the weekends
it didn't turn into a binge
just some fun with our friends. 

But then the time flew past
and little did you know
the ice had already won
and you can't let go 

Bad things came with time 
ice was digging your hole 
another toke everything's fine 
but you signed a contract, and sold your soul 

It didn't phase you to break the law,  whilst you are fried
the amount of times sitting in that court room, ice wasn't the issue 
you denied 

You start to get paranoid on your friends, didn't need to make sense
everyone's trying to set you up, some cunt just jumped your back fence

Family came first no matter what
but you still stole money from mum 
you were hanging out for rock

You've sold your belongings,
anything worth money 
Even swapping it for ice 
flushing life down the dunny 

Still you think you have no problem 
it's all under control 
anyone who tries to help gets pushed away 
for trying to get involved 

You start thinking your family is against you
you keep doing head miles overthinking
junkies are what you class as your family 
and reality still won't sink in

Here you thought mates are trustworthy 
but they're talking shit about you, now your dirty
now your shattered, you thought they had your back 
you've got more trust issues and it's all because of crack 

Pete owe you money, coz you let them tick
gearing they're bullshit stories they'd dribble just for that hit
as the days go by, so do the months 
your surrounded by low lives junkies and untrustworthy cunts 

You can't remember the last time you ate
you can't remember the last time you slept 
but that didn't seem to phase you,  smoking crack is what you do best

 The pointless relationships your in and out of 
left you with more head fuck than you could handle 
your ex is with your mate, no that's not normal
no one has morals and not one cunt stays loyal 

All this adventure thanks to the pipe
it's left you with nothing no one and no life
your so skinny and turned into that junkie 
you have no where to go and you have no money 

You start to realise,  your real family was right
everything they said would happen, did,
and it all started with your first pipe 

Now you attempt to get clean
to make everyone proud
it's been five days
of course your hanging out 

The smallest thing has upset you 
so you get on it
you tried but ya can do it
it's ice and you can't get away from it

The sad things is it could take many years
some do it and some still sit every day in tears 
It's a struggle that breaks you down to your lowest 
your not alone you just don't know it 

If you could go back and just say no 
I'm sure you would 
but this is how life on ice goes 
I'm sick of wishing I could 

I wasted years being off my head
with people who were nobody 
I should've said no to that first pipe instead 
now I'm just slowly rotting 

Getting clean will always be delayed
any excuse to out it off
always something keeping you in this ice game you play 
when will you realise that it's now time to stop 

But there will be a time when your tired of living life like this way 
you'll be exhausted from the stress 
and never feeling okay 
you'll be over looking out for the coppas or people trying to set you up 
you'll come to terms that now 
enough is enough 

No matter how long your clean for,  it'll always be on your mind 
Keep your self occupied and busy
And you'll be fine
this struggle though , will be taken to your grave 
saying no to that first pipe, 
Your life would've been saved