Addictions aren’t fair. They don’t play fair.
You get junky friends you never want to leave
because they make you feel good
good as the things your addicted to;
it’s okay round them, they understand,
they feel you, they’ve felt what you feel,
and you laugh, you bullshit, you waste away,
and days disappear. Nights disappear.
Years disappear.
And then one day, someone drops,
and then the next anothers gone,
and soon your alone, wasting away,
living in memories of yesterday,
rotting.
Seranish 