As he wakes
He stumbles around
Searching for the one thing
He needs to face the day
Out of the corner of his eye
He spots the large bottle
Half full
With clear liquid
He takes a long meaningless swig
Thats better he says to himself
His room clustered with empty bottles
Of different shapes and colours
Days pass so quickly
He doesnt even know which month it is
Weeks pass as he carries on his routine
Waking up, drinking till he passes out
Waking again to more drinking
One day he realises that alcohol isnt doing the trick
So he goes further a field
He tries something to chill him out
It works for a while
He needs something to give him a buzz
So he tries cocaine
This really does give me what I want he thought
So he carried on his lifestyle
He thought it was great
One night a mate suggests he tries something harder
He says, " It will give you the biggest buzz you will ever need"
He sits and thinks, "Well I might as well"
As his mate exits the room
He leaves a bag half full
Of a brown powder
He picks it up has a good look at it
Thinking whats the worst that can happen
He ties the belt round his arm
He inserts the syringe in to his vein
Full to the brim
About 2 hours later his mate arrives
Having to kick the door in
Only to find his friend
Lying lifeless on the floor
The empty bag next to him
The syringe still in his arm
But it was too late
Nothing could be done to save him
No one wants a buzz that big
