painful choices...

It hurts to walk away n leave em in that life of drugs that's torn them down... Knowin u have a better way n broke the trust that you'd always be there no matter what as voices go mute, silencin sound... The feelin of betrayal will fuck with u until u learn to realize there's nothing u can do... Yet it won't make it any easier when ur friend needs someone they can trust n u can't be there due to ur tired of bein a fool... The twist of the feel is beyond jus a break away from someone in there right state of mind partin ways... An addict is someone u don't wanna know as a luv'd one will never again be the same... The rawness of the lifestyle thickens their hearts n irritates their emotion as to be the most luv'n when they get their way... N if the fix is in need, total chaos tares u apart piece by piece wantin to run away... As the sympathy runs out bcuz they know wtf they're doin n jus don't give a fuck... It fuckin sux!!! Time has no meanin unless it's the high the can't get to in time before the sickness. Findin out the other side of reasons bare nakedness... As in u they lean when times feel somewhat normal as if they've heard u cry... Jus before goin back into the unknown somewhere outta this world n lost to that fucked up state of mind... Fearin the worst each time... In a repeat of askin why... It'll eat u alive if u cannot accept the facts that it's their life they suck u into... Forgettin what normal is as gettin back to it, thinkin something has gotta give... It's the feel of turnin the cheek that gets to the guilt that's isn't yours to carry nor claim... As experience has told me with them there's no escape... U may call them junkies that ain't no good for nothin waste of life... Yet inside of each one of them is someone else fightin a lost cause in their mind... Gone to a different place so far away from reality it's as if they've been zombiefied without an appetite other than self distruction... Simply unable to fuckin function... Leavin u to talk to yourself n look over them while the transition of free complicates the definition of a true friend... As relations come to an end... Knowin if they wasn't on their chosen demise they'd be laughing right along with u even here today... Bcuz it was drugs that ripped yall from one an others arms lettin them fade... U havta let go n mind ur own at some point to rationalize with self that they were the one who gave the fuck up... They had ur luv... N it's ok to set ur morals down n ask them to decide what they want... Findin the last words u will ever say to them are I'm fuckin D.O.N.E...