It’s the same damn thing with the same damn people.
Drugs.
Really?
You think you need that to make it through the day?
What about God?
What about your life?
What about me?
What do you think you doing to me.
You would choose that over me?
You made that choice when I begged you to quit, but still you pressed on.
Because It makes you feel good?
Because it’s all fun and games to you?
What about to me?
To us?
You think we like watching you get high day after day?
What about these tears in my eyes.
Let them dry?
Wipe them away.
What’s the use if they will be back again tomorrow.
Because I remembered that you don’t care how I feel, you don’t care about your life. You don’t care about anything.
Selfish.
Liar.
He left because of that.
He left us because he couldn’t grow up.
Why would I want to be with someone like you, if your just like him?
The most important person in my life who left me.
Abandoned me.
Hurt me.
Why would I want you?
Because of love?
Then I must really love you to be sitting here crying knowing that I can do nothing now.
You don’t think it bothers me?
You’re a failure.
You will always be.
Because you have failed me.
“What’s wrong?”
Why would you even have to ask.
