Who Lost Himself To Drugs - A Boy

That boy is still out there. But he is fading, second by second, like a photograph left too long in the sun. And no one knows how to stop the light.

The worst part—the truly cruel part—is that Liam was still in there, somewhere. On rare, terrible mornings, when the high was wearing off and the withdrawal hadn’t yet begun, he would catch a glimpse of himself in a mirror. And for a moment, he would remember the boy with the volcano, the boy who loved clouds. He would feel a grief so enormous that it had no shape, no words. And then the grief itself would become another reason to use again. See? the addiction would whisper. This is why you need me. I make that feeling go away. a boy who lost himself to drugs

He lost friends first—the real ones, the ones who tried to help. He told them they were judging him. He told them they didn’t understand. Eventually, they stopped calling. Then he lost school. Then he lost jobs. He stole from his mother’s purse and lied so smoothly, so automatically, that the words came out before he could stop them. No, Mom. I’m fine. I just have the flu. I just need some rest. That boy is still out there

That boy does not exist anymore.