It was better than her's

The day it started,
was too long ago,
it was the pressure of the rift
the pressure of my mind telling me to
my heart crying for me not to,
the people around me were already higher than kites,
what the hell,
the firs hit,
literally hit me hard,
my lungs burnt as i held it in and got a small high,
my heart was dying as  i did this,
my who body convulsed as I coughed,
the second hit,
it was easier,
there was a drink of beer in there,
a beer or two,
after the third hit I was flying high with the big boys,
alcohol and hit's,
it was a thrill ride,
but ever thrill ride came to an end,
that end was filled with screams and yells as people were taken out,
I was still semi conscious when I ran.
My body hurt as I ran through the woods with the police.
They caught the people behind me,
almost got me.

That was my first smoke and to say...
it wasn't half bad until the next morning when I tasted s*** all day and couldn't stop coughing,
there was also that hangover and the trying cures for it,
people knew I was there at the party,
but no one asked how I got out,
my coach was pissed all week that I couldn't make the track meet,
she asked and I spilled,
her only regret was that  she could have stopped me,
I asked how,
she said that she could have told me her first time,
she was spiked and raped,
she never again touched the high or buzz again...
My first time wasn't nearly as bad as her's