The cold steel blade plays around in my fingers,
The thought of him and that night still lingers,
It burns, the thought that distant night tried to be forgotten,
Like 151 Bacardi constantly poured down or the feeling of being shotten,
I remember him laughing, having fun, feeling free,
He didn't know what was in store and to come to be,
How could he, he didn?t know he?d O.D.!
I remember the three who pulled him, forced him back in,
He smiled and said it was ok, not to worry about him,
I waited, thought nothing of it, just laughed and talked outside,
It got late people were leaving and going home in their rides,
The three walked by, laughing without a care,
But still he had not come out he was nowhere,
I remember opening the door seeing the empty cups,
Remnants of people from the party still in luck,
For what came next to my eye I had to search for,
It was down the hall at the last door,
I knew he was there and in no other room,
Like something whispering telling me that I'll find him soon,
The door kept getting closer and closer, I didn?t know what I?d find,
The worst possible thing was lodged in the back of my mind,
What if he was dead? Or beaten?
The last memory I had was from when he was taken,
Soon enough my hand was on the knob, everything in slow motion,
I turned the knob and the door swung open,
And there he was lying on the ground,
Eyes wide open and I could make no sound,
One tear dropped from my eye,
I didn't know what to do but I didn?t want him to die,
All I know was everything next was a blur,
But he had O.D.ed and there was no cure
I remember in the ambulance, tubes were everywhere,
I watched as they forced him to breathe for air,
All I could say was that I'm sorry and I love you,
For he was all I had that was true,
I swear I saw him blink and smile,
But that was impossible because his heart had already gone idle,
I saw him take his last breath and was there to bury him,
That's the last time I will let drugs take a friend,
So now that blade looks really nice to end what I have,
For it's my fault that my best friends parents lost all they have,
But he always told me to suck it up,
So ill put the knife down for now and I wont cut,
Till later when I need to remember why I need to be here,
To show people why drugs are something to fear.
