I'm Scared For My Best Friend...

When you text me I'm relieved.

Relieved that you haven't either shot yourself in the head or overdosed on cocaine.

When I see pictures of you or you pass my house going to work in the mornings I think to myself how depressed you really are.

You try to hide it, but it doesn't work with me.

Your family and friends around you don't realize how much danger you're really in.

They don't see how close to the edge you are.

They are blind of the fact you're about ready to jump off a cliff!

You're ready to end your life.

Whether it's to a gun or a bag of powder you're ready for this life to be over.

You're ready to burn in eternity thinking you're in Hell already.

Well... Guess what?

If you keep going the way you're going this will be the only Heaven you see.

I've texted you just to make sure you were still here.

I've had nightmares that you killed yourself, and your suicide letter was about me.

How you loved me and wanted to make me happy and you thought killing yourself would do the trick.

But the truth is I don't wanna see you nor anyone else hurt themselves in that way.

Especially over me.

Look, I know you wanna put a fight up for me, but the thing is if you don't do it for yourself than you won't do it at all.

But I am here for you to support you.

I want you to get better.

You put the powder down once.

I know you can do it again and for good this time.

I wanna see you make something of yourself.

You're one of the best musicians I've ever seen.

You can play guitar, drums, ukulele, piano, and violin.

Do you not understand how much money and fame you could have over all your talents, but yet that bag of powder you snort everyday keeps you from it?

I mean look at yourself in the mirror!

You're a beautiful creation by God.

God has so much for you, and you still take that one addiction back.

Before long I won't be here anymore.

I won't be able to take seeing you like this.

I want better for you.

I want you happy.

So, please, put it down!

I'll help you!

I'm helping you right now just by texting you and making sure you're okay.

By making sure you haven't overdosed or taken your pistol and put it to your head or chest.

If you ever did that I wouldn't be surprised, but I would be sad.

I'd have waterworks, bad!

Because looking at you in that casket knowing you died young and knowing you could do so many more things.

It'd break my heart.

It breaks my heart thinking about it.

So, please, stop.

Stop hurting not just me, your family, and your friends. But also yourself.

Because I'm scared for my best friend...