February 27, 2009
I sat by your side, with one clammy nervous hand to your cheek and my other around your waist, as I thought of the middle of the night phone call.
Found on the street'
Saying you felt like you were going to die.
And I start to believe irony is a b****, when I flash to 3:00 a.m. and endless re-runs of intervention.
While I cried and shook like withdrawal symptoms could be contagious, begging there to be something better on.
Anything else on.
For some one,
To come and push the off button, because I haven't the strength, or the energy, or the nerve.
Maybe then I could have gotten some sleep.
But I'd much rather be by your bed side.

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SaraB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 30, 2009 at 12:22 am
Powerful. Yeah, my cousin who used to live with me uses/used (idk what to believe anymore) meth, so I understand the pain. I love her, but I'm so fed up, I don't know what to do. Just anything to not be like her.
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