my last night highA Poem by Rosegal95this was the night that I gave up three years of sobrietyDo I really want to do this? give up three years for one night? why was it so hard to just walk away? that orange bottle in my hand those round white pills, so inviting pop off the cap, tip the bottle back one, two, three three of them down grab the next bottle, this one is white the pills are long and thin one, two, three, four four more pills down I grab my keys and my book get in the car, go to get coffee My boyfriend will be there soon I sit there drinking attempting to read my book but soon my vision goes blurry my skin start to crawl my eyes start to burn. scratching until my arms bleed. falling asleep in the corner of the coffee shop, its been two hours and I can feel myself begin to crash orange bottle, pop off the top. one, two two more down. feeling the high come back up I reach for my cell phone called my boyfriend he still hasn't left call my best friend. he can tell i'm high he gets my boyfriend. they will be here soon. I cannot drive and the coffee shop is closing soon I wait in my car, falling asleep. knock on the window. my best friend opens the door hes disappointed in me. he told my boyfriend who now wont speak to me. they put me in the back of the jeep I can feel myself coming down again I reach for the white bottle, one last one down. they want to sober me up so we go get food. I cant eat. I run to the bathroom I vomit hard. come back and force down some soup I feel hollow and tired but the best part is that I don't feel anything else no more pain my mind is calm my body is loose finally I vomit one more time I am OK to drive now they drop us off at my car my boyfriend and I fight. hes mad at me I scared him I got angry because he doesn't understand my pain he thinks I did it for attention he thinks I am stupid I hate him I go home and pass out.
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5 Reviews Added on April 28, 2015 Last Updated on April 28, 2015 Tags: drugs, sobriety, relationships, help, bestfriend, hurt AuthorRosegal95Baxter, MNAboutI have always liked to write, ever since I was very young. I was constantly writing short stories and making up new concepts in my mind. I love to mainly write free verse, it helps to clear my mind. b.. more..Writing
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