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Daniel Kenneth Apr 2014
January 5th, 2001
4 years old I am sledding
A day filled with fun
My parents they smile
My baby sister she laughs
All together so happy
But it just couldn't last

A phone call, so brief
Told of death in my home
My best friend, my uncle
Had died last night, all alone
Overdosed they say, ****** hits hard
His mother crying and crying, begging to God
To bring him back please, save him just once
But God plays no favorites, and what's done is done

Poison in my veins, I can feel it when I breathe
The blood of an addict lives on inside of me
Pills and cigarettes, comfort in pain
Unable to escape that nagging in the back of my brain
Because the man I knew so long ago seemed happy
Or so my younger self was told
And though I swear I know better I can't help but dream
Of giving his life a go
Paleblueyes Apr 2014
Fast friends
Make for faster allies in the
War against ourselves
We stood united
A secret club where
Self-consciousness
Isolation
And defeat
Tied us together
Limb to limb

You were different from me
Going deeper than I ever would
Finding enlightenment in
That warm bath that followed the
Silver spike into our skin

You awakened over and over
Until it was finally enough
To release you from this incarnation

Untying your limbs from mine
Leaving our secret club
Leaving us to fend for ourselves
And wonder
If you meant to ascend
about a friend who finally managed to OD while I wasn't there to save him. This happened years ago. I'll never know if it was accidental or not. And I'll miss him forever.
i Mar 2014
that sharp needle,
that is stuck into your arm,
is telling me that you're gone.
that fatal dose of drugs,
your addiction that was inevitable,
and i didn't stop it on time.

**i am sorry,
love.
i am sorry that i found
you on the bathroom floor
dead, if i only came
earlier, you would have been alive
and breathing.

— The End —