I remember the day,
The day I watched the needle punch His vein,
As I had another line of cocaine.
My body numb as He cried out.
My reaction slow as His body smacked the ground.
I was too slow,
To come around.
As his body began to shake,
And as I realized what was happening,
My body began to quake.
I hoped it was all a fake,
But then the blood began to run,
And I knew he was about to die.
I bent down and grabbed him,
I held him,
I shouted and I yelled,
I prayed he would stop,
And then...
My answer came,
His music ceased,
His song, came to an end.
And for what felt like forever,
I sat,
I stared,
I cried,
I clenched my fists,
I clutched the desk,
I smashed my head,
Slamming it over and over again,
The blood gushed out,
My vision blurry,
Wanting to join Him,
Wanting to go back,
And stop it all,
I cried,
And I cried,
As the blood flowed
The carpet stained red,
Our blood began to mix,
His life over,
Taking something from mine,
I will never get back...
