Too much

I left his house happy as could be,
Laughing joking everyone could see.
It was a mask, a fake, a lie,
Walking off I can only try.

I tried my hardest to keep him there,
All I could do was stand and stare.
His drug addiction had got too much,
His life slipping from his clutch.

I could not stand and watch him die,
Laying there his throat so dry.
I wanted to go and get help,
When all of a sudden I hear him yelp.

I turned around and ran through the rain,
Another needle had entered his vein.
Now he had overdosed more than before,
I came in and burst through the door.

He laid their lifeless pulse so weak,
I yelled for help with a shriek.
No one heard I reached for the phone,
Dialled 999 I all I could hear was a drone.

The phone was broken at the cable,
His mobile was broken on the table.
I opened a window and screamed again,
I could hear him behind in extreme pain.

I went and sat on the floor with him,
His head in my arms he looked so dim.
Finally help arrived they put in a drip,
And on his finger placed a clip.

Now he lay in a hospital bed,
A million tears he has shed.
His drug addiction had got too much,
I had slipped from in his clutch.

By JaquiArmstrong age 14