It was fun when we sat around and smoked weed all day and got drunk, you dropped acid sometimes too. But then you started shooting up heroin. At first you said it was just the once, then a few more times. I begged you to stop but you wouldn't because you said you were fine and it was just fun. Now all that's left is an empty husk of a human who has to wear long sleeves all the time to cover the track marks and sores, and who only cares about his next hit. Please quit and come back. I miss you.