yall i wrote this poem i guess you could say tell me what u think!?!?
It's sad when I realize what you are doing over the phone, when I don't have to be there to witness you committing into your weakness, your escape.What got you into this mess in the first place. what friends are really for?Your life is all messed up and I helped get it that way as you say.All you do is put all the guilt on me and im done, im giving up but never giving in.You got me started on your habbits and I saw before you did, how bad you were.I was attracted but I was blind, you were good for me then but more bad for me now.Like your drugs you just never give up and you never go away, no matter the hurt no matter the pain your like a little devil always here to stay.