Its Not Fair

I had a few friends
whom i would sit around
with and get high.
I use to think of those
days as the best days
of my life.
Not caring about anything
other than my next fix.
Now years later when
I've pulled away from
that scene and gave up
on all my old friends.
I read in the newspaper
one by one there all dying.
One by one there all going
away to state prison.
Jesus Christ i lay my head
down tears roll down my cheek.
Why was i so lucky and
was able to get away.
Why couldn't they just
follow where i went,
gave it all up,
left those days behind me.
Why couldn't they say
enough was enough
and moved on?
Now I'm here alone,
my friends leaving earth
my friends no longer
my friends.
But I'll visit you when
you're lying in your grave.
And I'll shed a tear for you
and your family.
Why was I lucky one,
they have family and friends too?
What did I do so right,
why was i given courage?
Why am i typing this today,
instead of sitting behind
the bars or berried in the grave
along side the rest of
my old friends?
Can anybody give me the
answers that I seek?
Its not Fair God, not fair
to give me that second chance
and then turn your back on
everyone else!