I want you to get clean, ive spent the last five years wanting just that...if i could only have that it will be enough. P and i have had to many conversations about your death and how were going to go on if. and when it takes place...your twenty fucking five you have more life in you then any one person should have..ive loved you whole heartedly since i was 14 years old...what the fuck can i do now?
"yeah it sucks, and im like relapsing every week
im becoming really terrible and a wreck again"
"i need drugs
i need to stop crying"
tell me what to do and ill do it...tell me who you need me to be .. and ill be that.
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