i dont really share much about who i am or what i am unless i know you and i trust you, but i feel like i have to share this right now. when i was 14, the first time i fell in love, her name was sarah, we hung out all the time, it was something else... but, she was also addicted to heroin, and when me and her got together, i vowed to her mom that i would get her off of it. and i did, for a few months, i went to rehab with her, made sure she took her medicine to help.... had her cleaned up. one day we were getting ready at my friends house for a party, i left her in the bedroom for 15 minutes to help my friend in the backyard with the beer and ect... well when i came back, she was slumped over on the bed... with the needle in her arm, her eyes glassy, the vision so vivid in my mind today... she died in my arms on the way to the ER... 15 years old, drug overdose... her mom blamed me
said it was my fault cuz i was going to get her off of it, and that i was a failure, and i wasnt allowed to her funeral...i still cant go see her grave cuz im ashamed of myself...
i wrote this for her many years ago... i hope you do enjoy it!
Poetic Overdose Of Heroin (Dedication to Sarah)
Death becomes her
As she stares into space
Lying on the bed
Glossy eyes and dilated
Spit and blood
Rivers from her mouth
Tracks lead to the story
Telling of her demise
A story of demons
She beat once before
Until she grew weak
She couldn’t fight their calls no more
Possessing her body and mind
She pricks her skin
With the demon sword
Ash she feels death creep
She wrote:
“Tap the vein
Mark the spot
Follow the path
Impale the pulse
Red flows through
Indulged with evil
Take the plunge
Feel the fire burn
The toxin injects
Flowing to your heart
Take the ride to your mind
Fly with the angels
Follow the light
Never come back”
She rested the pen
Next to the needle
Lied down on her bed
Surrendered to deaths arms
Tom is on the left, with the blonde hair and football jersey... 
