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I woke up early for a change today.
Only to find in the news that a friend I knew
passed away on a drug I always used to do.
Its hard to believe that this itself has taken place.
Twenty three years young with a family and a daughter of five months he left behind.
this sharp knife of a short life has surprised us all.
and carved its name in our hearts.
It poisoned our blood and altered my emotions.
I no longer feel anything, I have been through so much pain.
Watching friends come and go.
...and never ever comeback.

I call there names in my sleep.
In reoccurring chasing dreams, they speak to me.
Tell me that I am headed to that same place.
To my knowledge I already feel as if I caused as much pain he did.
For choosing these drugs over family in the past.
Its days like these I find comfort in being confined in my room. alone.

It has taken it's toll on me.
I feel older, more worn to the trials of life.
I wish I could of helped him. But, I struggle everyday to help myself.
I no longer worry about the fun easy festivities of life.
along the lines of where to go on a Saturday evening.
I find myself staring at my ceiling, trying to process this overwhelming information.
Leave me alone, I enjoy my solitary confinement.
I am angry, I push you away, because I can't have these reoccurring situations
of disappearing and death. It seems safer to just give up on keeping close in general.

He wrapped himself around a tree going one twenty on a back road.
What was he running from so bad, that in the end took his life.
I pondered this question for many days in nights, staring at my wall lost in thought.
Then it dawned on me, He was running from himself.
He was running from the situations he couldn't reverse.
He was running from the pain and hurt he caused his loved ones.
He was running from life...