Meth, crystal, crank, ice, speed, or poor man's coke. Regardless of what you want to call it, it's a killer. It's not always a killer in the sense of taking one's life away, but it also kills dreams, families, and relationships. 

That mixture of battery acid, acetone, brake fluid, cold medicine, and a few other acids has been known for taking children away from their parents, parents away from their children, friends away friends, and lovers away from lovers. It will creep into your home without your even realizing it. It will get in between the walls that holds your family together and freeze the glue holding you up. It will find it's way into your hopes, into your dreams, and into your aspirations, tearing those apart. It will strip you of your youth and beauty, all within a blink of an eye. 

Methamphetamine is the drug equivalent of selling your soul to the devil. It will make it appear as though all your worries will soon disappear. It may make you feel invincible, making you think you'll never be caught. It will give you the high of your life, but at what cost? Literally? Not much, a few dollars is all it takes to make a lab and some product. Metaphorically? Your health, your reliability, your family, your friends, your home, your Sunday breakfasts with your children. It will store you away in prison for as long as you can imagine. At first, maybe you'll think that it's great; you'll fly under the radar, and that you'll be the exception, that you won't lose a thing. That you'll never have to actually (metaphorically) give your soul to the devil. 

I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're not special. Soon you'll be just another statistic. Another one in a jail cell, or another one in the morgue. And just like everyone else, soon, the devil will catch up to you.