Someone who was once my world
Is going down the path I’ve lost so many too
It breaks me to see him starting to do it,
Secretly I’ve seen it coming for a while
Nicotine slowly became his life-line
Alcohol and sex helped him ignore the pain,
But I always hoped he’d make his way back
That my best friend wasn't too far gone
But he proved me wrong,
He brings up fucking strangers and getting high
Like I would my grades
And not I don't see him anymore,
But I continue to pretend nothings wrong
As my sick brain fears a life without him
Even though I doubt he’ll be a part of my future
Because I will not sacrifice it for anyone,
Not even the brother who was my life-line
The one who was supposed to be my future
He was meant to be the best man at my wedding
And the godfather to my future children,
Now he will only be the childhood best friend
Who I had to watch slowly kill himself
With cocktails of disaster
Drowning in pills washed down with vodka,
Knowing that if there was ever a time I could’ve helped
It was long gone by the time I realized he needed it.
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Sunday, May 24th (70th day of quarantine because of COVID-19)
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Daily Quarantine Poetry
PoetryI have decided to write a poem a day describing how I am feeling, what I did that day, and/or my main thoughts revolving the day for the duration of my quarantine. This will go through a world win of emotions and there will probably just be straight...
