My friend overdosed just this January and so I wrote this to him and my
other friends that do the same....it's kind of part of a series of poems
I've been writing all year about life as a Senior.
19. The high
Eyes roll to the back of his head
But it never feels as good the second time
Just one more hit
One more peak
One more time to be invincible
This is what he says
While his phone rings
With a worried love on the other end
Missing the man who gave her a rose
And a kiss on the cheek
He cries while searching for another vein
Can't find it, he's a pin cushion
He doesn't think about his mother
Staring at high school pictures
When he was unexposed
When he was golden
When he was her son
Now he's on the bathroom floor
Pale, clammy, inhuman
The tile feels cool on his skin
Calming the scarred arms
The belt falls
Blood rushes to his hands
He's ok now
Until the high fades away
Then it's back to the salt mine

Wow that's so sad.

Greatly written but so sad ..I want to go cry in a corner now