Your drugs are your friends now...

We were friends once...
The good old days...
Playing hop scotch...
Across the good old blaze...
Then one day we grew up...
You got introduced...
To your powdery friends...
I tried to help you...
I tried to save your life...
You were doing nothing...
But snorting that stuff...
That nasty,smelly...
Good old stuff you thought...
You would ditch me...
To go get high...
Like it was a good old time...
I miss you...
Where did you go?
You went under...
That with that powdery blow...
Why did you leave?
What was so special about that wonderful snow?
I gave you advice...
But you just wouldn't listen...
You were my best friend...
You were like my sister...
I would never hurt you...
I just wanted you to listen...
But you never wanted to hear what I would say...
So you just walk away...
I asked you one day...
Whats so good about that powdery stuff?
You didn't awnser...
You just kept snorting away...
Now I realize...
Me talking didn't help...
It just made you want to do it more...
Prove me wrong...
Make me mad...
I wasn't mad about you doing that stuff...
I was sad...
I was scared...
To see you waste your life...
Now I sit here wondering...
Where did she go?
What happened to her?
Is she dead?
Is she alive?
Is she in rehab?
I will never know...
Because that blow...
Ment more to you then me...
Now I sit here with an empty heart...
With a achy soul...
Without a best friend...
Without anything anymore...
If you out there listening...
Please let me know...
Was that blow good enough?

For a best friend...Who chose coke,meth&crank over her life...her best friend...her family...