Letting go

Dear Friend, Foe 

it's time to let go 

I'm no longer there to protect you 

this is something I knew you'd object too

but honestly I don't respect you

you aren't real

you're just something I take to get a happy feel

then I would always end up with the crappy deal

killing myself inside slowly

letting the drugs control me and mold me 

making me a monster unholy and lonely 

There's nothing worse having the bucket curse

never know if you struck a hearse

and I don't know why you're still such a thirst

but My life comes first

You're just a pill

Just crush to kill

then you get the rushy feel

and pass out on some rusty steel 

That's not a life I wish for my self or anyone

and drugs there's many of em

the trick is you have to be above them.