It's depressing to know how people have lived there lives when I'm physically not in it.
I feel like I was being a burden, a ball and chain, and they decided to live their life freely, without me in their thoughts.

I'm not going into detail about what happened because it does nothing but depress me.
I wish drugs were wiped off the world, they do nothing but bring trouble.
No matter how much you think of it as an escape, it's not.

It hurts so bad, that the person I cared so much for, the person I am extremely in love with would do something so harmful to herself.
Something that not only me and everyone else around her, but herself.
Except her other scummy friends who allow her to partake in such acts.
A true friend would never let you harm yourself.

I don't know how I'll start to trust her again, but I'll still love her, without a doubt.
Nothing will stop me from loving her.
Sure, there are a few things that have happened.
I don't like the choices she's made, but I still love her.

I am so through drugs, they are nothing but shit.
They are for pieces of shit.