I don’t give a damn about this PTSD medication anymore,
It just keeps me from having this horrible dreams of the accident.
It doesn’t help me get over losing my parents,
I don’t know where to turn to anymore.
There aren’t enough hugs and warmth to comfort me,
I need some sort of escape from this harsh reality.
I don’t know what to do anymore and I’m beyond depressed,
I know my parents loved me but that’s the love I’m missing.
Graduation night from high school I went out with some friends,
It’ll be a good way to get my mind off of my parents.
It’s bad enough they didn’t get to see me graduate and hug me,
Even though I felt their presence on my shoulders as guardian angels.
The drive to the party was wild as we were chugging down beers,
The highway was packed full of high school graduates celebrating.
We’re all yelling out of the window and screaming that we did it,
Finally getting to the wild party full of liquor everywhere.
One of my friend’s had rich parents who owned a huge beach home,
And we had this house to ourselves for the weekend to party.
Kegs of beer were everywhere and the police wouldn’t be showing up,
As long we kept the noise at a decent level we’re good.
Nothing like a friend who has money to keep the police away,
Crazy how the power of a piece of paper can keep people silent.
There was a room full of people having all out sexual orgy,
Something I’ve never seen before but there’s a first time for everything.
My hormones got going seeing all of those hot girls naked everywhere,
Strippers eventually came as we had money flying all over the place.
There were flashing lights and strobe lights putting me in a daze,
As I walk into the next room which was full of drugs everywhere.
Crack, cocaine were all over the tables, weed were in small bags,
Blunts being rolled up and passed around everywhere.
There were friends of mine popping ecstasy pills to go on a trip,
And others who were chewing mushrooms to go on their trip.
I was told I can have any drug I wanted it’s all free,
The drug dealer sitting on the couch watching the action surely got paid.
There was evil and craziness all around me and someone said take a line,
I had to pass on it but then I was told it wasn’t going to hurt me at all.
I was already drunk from drinking as it is, I didn’t need a high too,
But I didn’t want to look like some punk by not taking something.
My homie set up a line of coke for me to sniff and handed me the dollar,
I sniffed it up slowly and before I knew it, I felt this amazing high.
The initial high feels great and I was in a new world,
The feeling took me to a place that I never felt in my life.
I had no worries at all and it was all about partying harder,
Not knowing how much of an affect coke would have on me.
After that party, I went home really high and drunk,
I managed to get to my room and sleep off the inebriation.
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