One Saturday night... I was living it up and having fun. I was drinking, I was laughing, My life was carefree. That same Saturday night so was he. He laughed, He drank, but that wasn't enough. He took a few pills, He guzzled them up. I layed down that night thinking, " damn I'm fucked up". Cause I was so drunk. I bet he was thinking that very same thing. His head hit the pillow and our lives both changed. I woke the next day to a call I'll not forget. "I have some bad news...your cousin is dead". He went to sleep, yet never got up from his bed.... We love you.
Reason for writing:
My cousin died from a drug overdose last week. He had just turned 19 in June. He had his whole life ahead of him and it ended just like that. All it took was for him to swallow a few pills and he was gone. He didn't think that would happen.
"You never think it will happen to you. We all affect each other like dominoes. STOP THE SUBSTANCE ABUSE!"
Birth sign: Gemini
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