I wanted to give my best friend my blade.
I did not realise that I was too late.
I was unknown of his own games.
He smiled back and shined his blade on my face.
I was dissapointed in myself and wanted myself to blame.
That’s how It all again started for me, once again.
I was clean for so long & now it is just worsening the case.
I wished the best for you but not this way.
Pain was my addiction and now it’s his escape.
One of my hardest to explain.
This is the reality I came back to where I trade.
Temporary but certainly I feel my recovery is a waste.
You’re a temporary customer today.
But you will soon need it everyday.
When hate will dissolve in with pain.
I’m so sorry my friend, but I did not ever mean to see you in a similar state.
But I know It’s too late.
Written by P.S