A Wasted Life

 Mikey

 did your

 hands shake

 as you reached

 for that

 crystal

 white

 junk

 one more hit, Mikey

 was it all worth it

 for just one more hit?

 God, Mikey--why'd you throw it all away?

 You were

 Twenty-eight years old, Mikey--

 just twenty-eight years old.

 And your life was over.

 Were they your

 friends, Mikey?

 That's what you

 called them.

 "My friends," you said.

 Funny how they were your friends

 on paydays

 when you could

 buy them

 that

 stupid

 trash

 and then

 as soon as the money was gone

 they

 were gone

 too.

 "Friends", Mikey?

 They left you

 blue-faced

 not breathing

 alone

 and told your landlady

 you "weren't feeling well".

 "Friends", Mikey?

 Do you know what

 you did, Mikey?

 You overdosed.

 That disgusting stuff

 that "kept you going"?

 It killed you, Mikey.

 You're dead.

 Do you understand?

 Dead.

 And now I'm sitting here

 Thinking about it

 and it's

 just

 so 

 stupid.

 You're dead

 and you had no life.

 You were alive

 but you never

 really

 lived.

 You just drifted

 from day to day

 waiting

 to get wasted or get high.

 Oh, Mikey.

 Why?

 You should have 

 gone to college.

 You should have 

 met a nice girl

 and married her.

 You should have

 started a family.

 What a waste, Mikey.

 What a waste.

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