I look at you now, and I can barely recognize anything. Your eyes used to shine, opptimistic even if you never admitted it. You had hope then. Faith. You're once soft, smooth exterior, now laced with darkness and scars, tells stories of many sleepless nights... full of broken hearts and the garrish death of a soul. I see a sadness even in your smile, that one that used to convey such joy. Such peace. I remember when I could see magic in that face of yours. The way it sparkled sometimes when the stars would sprinkle love down upon it. When you laughed you meant it, in a silly serene way. But tragically disturbing sarcasm and bitterness are the only things that bring any resemblance of a laugh from those little pink lips that used to speak so sweet. Tell me, where did you lose your way? Why didn't you ask for help? Why did you never admit to me that you were in that place? I could have helped. I would have saved you... I would have tried. On a path to nowhere, but you refuse to turn around. Pills and bumps will only take you so far into that ureality that you love so dear. I watch you forget more and more each day. Your dreams, your loves, your aspirations, your hope.... all snorted up through a crisp green bill for one more moment of peace.... And I cry now, as I look at you and see what you've become. With those dark circles under your eyes, that sadness on your lips, and that hopelessness in your face. And as I stare in the mirror, at your disillusioned existance, I demand of you... How could you let me fall this far....?
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If I had MY way I'd have all of you SHOT!!
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If I had MY way I'd have all of you SHOT!!
