The thing is , I'll always question .. what's worse ? Someone being taken from you .. or someone choosing to walk away ? We gave him the choice to stay , that wasn't what he wanted though .. He went astray . His eyes were dark , the last time I seen him . I still loved that day . The time spent beside him , even though he was doped up . I still felt loved , I felt like I deserved it . He still desert me though . Nobody's perfect , maybe he's better off alone . Out on the streets , with no place to call home . No warm bed with clean sheets , only needles , women , and STD'S . The whore's the hoe's , every corner he turns . The only way he knows . He lines up the powder , and destroys his nose . It's the only direction he goes . He left his family , his home , his wife . Only to go and ruin his life . All the drugs , and the pills , keep in mind .. pain pills kill . The drugs in his system , blocking his mind from listening . When people approach at him , he just envisions .. flicking the needles , standing in the kitchen . He craves the high , that makes him invincible , he can now fly . His mind zero to one hundred , within minutes his body hurts less . He lays down his head , breathes in a final breath .. his body is cold , & his spirit has left .
