That monster had ruined my life.
I overdosed.
I am now 'that person who let the monster win.'
That monster had a name.
Meth.
My family had won their battle with the monster.
They were addicted.
But they knew how to get out of it.
I was smart.
Until I met meth.
Meth fuffiled all of my needs.
I was numb, nobody could hurt me anymore.
I thought.
I did everything I could to get the monster.
Everything I wished I hadn't.
Meth, the monster, I loved it.
It killed me.
I don't remember much of the monster.
I'm forgotten now.
Just another girl who lost.
Just another monster that won.
