Sneachta Bán

*This is not my story, but many friends have suffered.

If you want to hang out,
You’ve gotta take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down,
Get down on the ground, cocaine – Eric Clapton – Cocaine

A friend of a friend of a friend showed me to you tonight…
An Sneachta Bán,
I tasted you before I felt you,
Excited before the rush.
You’re too new to me now,
For me to worry.
You’re beautiful, wonderful, giving.
No fear here.
Every weekend, like a long lost friend,
Although it’s been mere days,
I’m delighted to see you again,
So happy to inhale you deeply.
Slowly the weekends are not enough.
I want to see you every day.
You make me feel alive.
You make me feel special.
I seem to have a constant cold.
My heart pounds now and again.
My wallet is getting lighter.
My friends becoming fewer.
You are still my friend.
Giving me a vigor I have never had before.
I ignore the nosebleeds,
The worries of friends.
What do they know?
They don’t know you.
I can stop any time.
I don’t have a problem.
When I finally realize I have a problem.
I feel it is too late.
It is never too late,
But oh so very hard.
I need help.
Someone help me.
My friends cannot.
My family cannot.
I cry out.
My new friends all disappear.
They were never friends.
They don’t care.
My nose is fucked.
My life is a mess.
I’ve lost my job.
I’m not sure if I care.
My mom has come.
My sister calls every day.
They found a rehab.
I want to beat this.
I’m seven weeks clean.
I know I can do this.
I will rebuild my life.
Screw the sneachta bán.