It's been years since we met and nothing's changed. Sure we've grown closer as friends but that is all we'll be. You won't quit.

Don't know when to quit.

It's been ten years. You've pretended to get help. Comfort your worried mother, your disappointed father. Lie to your friends, you lie to everyone, you lie to me.

We promised.

Promised that we would never lie to one another. I'm getting sick of watching you destroy yourself. You ignore any advice, any help. Throw it back in our faces, but when you get in too deep you come running back. Begging for forgiveness, pleading for help. I can't say no.

Never say no.

I'm saying no now. It's ten years in the making. It's ten years over due. I hope you understand. I hope you realize that your lifestyle pushed me away. Me or the drugs.

You choose the drugs.

So goodbye. I hope the drugs don't consume you before you read this. Would be such a shame if they did. I'm moving on. It's ten years in the making. It's ten years over due. So I'll see you around, maybe. Maybe I will. Maybe I won't.

Goodbye.

Goodbye my almost lover.