What Makes Me Sad

So I work in a town with a lot of meth heads.  And it makes me so sad.  They come in sometimes, and it's like I'm in Raccoon City...they're literally zombies.  Do they know what they look like?  Do they know how weird they act?  Do they care?  And it's especially sad when you see the young meth heads...the ones that haven't quite become zombies...yet.  They barely have the sores...their teeth are just starting to go...they don't quite do that gnawing thing yet, and you can still see a faint light in their eyes and you can see that it's dying.  I had a bunch of them come in the other night.  And I really think it broke my heart.  It breaks my heart to see people like that, almost gone but not yet so far that I can't see the potential of what they could have been.  And I can see the anger in them...that at any moment they can fly into a rage.  It makes me sad that people fall victim to that.  And it makes me sad that so many people have lost loved ones to drugs...almost a fate worse than death.  I am convinced that drugs come straight from Satan, and they are probably his strongest weapon, perhaps tied only with money and fame.  I know a few people that beat the drug.  They found The Lord, quit using, and have cleaned up their lives.  They are very beautiful people now that the light has returned to their eyes and skin.  But it breaks my heart knowing that very few methheads end up that way.