The truth of America
I never thought drugs could cause so much pain when you have always seen them portrayed as a way to party.
You hear songs that glamourized the way they make you feel, movies changing your way of seeing them; it’s fun.
You can forget about your reality for a while, pretend nothing wrong is going in your life, a way of escaping.
It’s all so fabulous, the way they have turned Xanax into a trend, even if rappers are overdosing over it.
Living faster than they should, never waking up for too many pills or destroying their veins looking for something else.
I always believed that was a far a reality, an experience I would never get to live until I got to fall in love.
My beautiful boy or, I should say, man. I listened to his tales about how his friend lost his life overdosing.
I had to watch his gorgeous face, telling me how he had relapsed as if it was nothing to worry. He was “okay.”
And I still love him with every single part of my body, I always will, but it causes my pain to not be by his side.
Because for once, he told me the truth, he wasn’t doing fine; in his words, he was regressing for the last months.
My heart will be forever doomed to be worried about him, even if we are no longer in touch because now I see the reality.
Unfortunately, the American dream is getting consumed by drugs. And I know he never asked for it. I know he wants to change.
But not by my side, he said, it was something he had to do by himself, and it made me fall apart, but at some point, it makes sense.
I hope one day he can see how much potential he has. It’s not too late to make the change. He deserves it.
He has one of the kindest souls I’ve met, but drugs can take everything from you, and for me, I had to lose the one I loved the most.
