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A JUNKIES BESTFRIEND

A JUNkIE:

why why why ,
 why are you  still trying to save me, 
don't you know that i still blame me
for everything that went wrong

why why why,
why are you still trying to help me 
can't you see that I still hate me
don't you know I am not that strong

friend:

look here kid, 
I was there when they did what they did
I seen how hard it hit you, when he died 
I seen how it broke you, how it made you cry

but, don't you know, you got it all in a backwards mix
and, well, I cant just watch you go and get another fix
I am here trying to keep you up,and keep you strong
but I know, to let you, is to enable you; and that's wrong

Junkie:

why why why,
why are you still trying to save me
don't you know that I still blame me 
for everything that went wrong

why why why ,
why you still trying to help me 
can't you see that I still hate me
and you know I am not that strong

friend:

Okay, lets fast foward to  just ten days 
lets see your life change in awful ways
nothing I do or say will change your mind
'cuz you next fix is what you're determined to find

do you see me standing in the graveyard all alone
looking down at that new headstone
look closer kid, tell me what you will see
why are so many tears pouring out of me

read what it says, just look at the name 
it's the same person that you always blame
it's you man, you finally lost control
ask me why i am helping you now....now you know

listen to the words that i have to read to you
pay close attention because, its all true;

"why why why
why couldn't i just save you
think about all we've been through
I tried so hard for so long

why why why
why couldn't i get help for you
i knew all that i had to do
i guess i wasnt that strong"


see there, thats me, crying over you
I am trying to help you get up, and get through
but no more will I hand you, your drug cash
and I am searching you house, finding your damn stash

then I am flushing all that crap down the comode
you will be mad as hell at me, you will explode 
but this is what real bestfriends are supposed to do
and i would rather have you walk away then attend a funeral for you
                                                                                Katei

dedicated to the ones who could not be saved, in the hopes that some will see this and be.

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