This little sack

As I sit here smoking my meth,
All I can think about,
Is this the start of death?
     Day by day I have only one
thing on my mind,
Then come the end of the week,
I head to my dealer,
To see what I can find.
   The high is awesome,
No doubt it's true.
What will happen next?
I haven't a clue.
    I try to run away,
But it pulls me back in.
Until I lose everything.
What will I do then?
    Now it's to late,
I'm to far gone.
When I was high,
I couldn't be wrong.
   Now there's no turning
Back.
All I have lost,
Because of what was in that,
Little sack...........