Crazy what drugs do...

devils drug

  The world around me has become my enemy of sorts. I feel like I'm running in circles. Everything, everywhere and everyone looks the same. Everyone and everything is against me.
  "What was that?" My head whips back and forth. It's happening again. I'm paranoid. The shadows and the voices are part of my punishment.
  I'm in hell. Though I experience the dreadful pain, both physically and mentally, I still suffer the anxiety of wanting more glutenous lustful urges that are my weakness...my sin.
   My only wish is to clear my head be in silence and I finally be comfortable in my own skin. For a brief moment I'm care free. Once I inhale Satan's drug. Methamphetamine...the way to lose your memory... feelings...then mind all together.
  Skitzophrenia and drugs don't mix. So I sit in a closet in despare swearing up and down that I'm dying. Though not in perfect health I was indeed in a deep delusion.