In Memory Of Jason......MPD

I sit in my room and wonder where I went wrong,
I think back to the nights of partys and girls,
The good old days,
The days before I met the one I am dying for?

I sit in my room and wonder why I followed Crystal,
Why Crystal was so distracting so desirable,
Am I really going to die?

I got really wasted with crystal that night,
I noticed the needle mark on my arm...What did I do?
I felt so down...so low,
What a night that was,but was it worth dying for?

I think to myself...
Sharing needles..what a dumb thing to do,
Why you ask,
because...
First it was just a virus,
then it was a little cough,
and now here I lay in a bed,
My death bed,
because I have AIDS.

Jason was my best friend...He was a really smart guy...He just made one really dumb mistake, and paid for it with his life.

I write a lot of poetry about death...I fell kinda bad for that, but unfortunatly that is all my life has been about...Every where I turn that is all I see...my life, the world...Death is everywhere you turn...Even though my poetry is dark and not happy it is still mine...these are my tributes to my frinds and family...read them with care...I welcome all opinions good and bad. :)

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