Sin Fronteras Spring 2018 Sin Fronteras 2018 | Page 54

Friday, the second party.
I was too drunk to remember
I was too high to think straight.
I remember sobs,
I remember screams and gossip,
moments I hadn’t experienced before.
Ever.
Everyone was drinking,
Everybody was having “fun.”
I thought there was no harm,
So I decided to join.
Friday after Friday.
Night after night.
Party after party.
I kept drinking,
I soon started to forget.
To forget my nights,
To forget what happened.
My friends changed,
I lost many of them.
I lost my mother’s trust,
My dad’s respect.
Each night I cried myself to sleep.
Each night I drank more and more.
I drank to forget that I had no friends,
No real friends.
I had no family.
I felt alone.
I had nobody.
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