Fucked Myself Up

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Cocaine?!?

"Bert, it's my sugar."

"Gerard, that is definitely cocaine."

And he took the packet,

As I was full of disbelief.

He wiggled it around some,

Making sure every bit was at the bottom.

After he opened the top,

And poured it on the table.

He lined a bit up,

"See this?"
And pulled out a dollar.

Rolled it up,

And snorted up the sugar.

"I wanna try." I said

He laughed,
Gave me the dollar bill.

After I snorted it up,

Nothing happened.

"Bert, it doesn't work." I panicked.

And I tried again,

And again,

Until he pulled my arm away.

"Jesus Christ, relax, okay? It takes a little bit to kick in."

So I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Nothing happened.

Bert slipped the drug back into the bag.

I knew it was cocaine this whole time.

But I thought that if I told myself it was sugar,

That wouldn't have made it so bad.

I can't even remember how I got involved in this.

I just wanted to be happy and
That happened.

And I took it so much that it doesn't seem to work anymore.

Why did I

Fucking destroy myself

Like this?

"It's still not working." I huff.

I want to stop

But I can't.

I'm so dependent on it to make me happy,

And it fucks me up when I don't get it.

It made me so sick

I wanted to kill myself.

Bert grew angry,
"Then I'll get you something that work faster so you can shut up, okay?"

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