This is a little something I wrote last night after a fight w/ my best friend. I'm sharing this as part of the healing process (i hope). where is my best friend i need him but he can't be found looking at you i begin to miss the beauty and caring i once knew i love you my brother but i cant play anymore though i wish i could but i cant last for much longer the game i refuse to play is the one you embrace i love you my brother but your love for money means more than i do i know i cant compete so why should i keep trying my love is my pain but not anymore just accept what is lost will never be saved hope is good in healthy doses but last week i OD'ed and next time might be fatal I will always love you my brother If you need anything ill be there all you need to do is ask
loved this part.... it really captures that end of the rope feeling, where your paranoid, expecting the next bad thing to happen and send you over the edge. I know that feeling well thanks for sharing!