Generation Suicide
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Two years, two months, and twenty-six days.
That was all the time I had.
Drugs. Day after day. Stronger as the clock ticked by.
You left so quick, no time for good-byes.
Only scribbles on wrinkled paper.
Emptied pill bottles on the counter.
Specks of cocaine on the table.
Your last chapter.
And the heart wrenching, tear-jerking beginning of my first.
I didn't understand, I continued to wait.
Every knock at the door, I went charging.
Screaming for you at night wanting to be held, to smell your scent.
Tears of frustration every day for years.
Days rolled on, but I refuse to carry on.
Wishing on each star and every birthday for you to come rescue me.
I miss you.
Tell me Mother, what was our last embrace like? I can't recall.
That's all you'll ever be, another lost memory.
And that's the price we both pay.