I cried all night long
Thoughts going everywhere
I love you
Why would you do this
This isn't you
You could've been something
We could've been places
Why
Why
Why
Envisioning you with sores all over
If you were depressed you didn't need to turn to this
Envisioning you picking at your skin
Bewildered and wild
Insanity taking over quickly
And the only thing that you can remember
Is me
My face
My laugh
My smile
The horror and tears that immediately consumed me
You not eating ever again
All because of the meth
All that I can recognize you by
Is the small, distant flicker in your eyes
The shell of what you once were
What I love
Just 6 weeks and you look 87
I just don't know what to feel
What to do
Why one of the worst?
Why any drug at all?
Now I can no longer love you
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
