Killing yourself, like you don’t even care. You see us hurt, but on the inside, you hurt even harder. The one’s who love you, will never understand. Why the drug you love so much, will love to take your life. You still chase after the drug, like it’s your long lost lover. The thing about long lost lovers is, they never seem to come back. Stop before it’s too late. The drug may take you and your life. Not only your life will be taken. But the life of the ones who loved you also. Why? How? What happened? They will ask. But not one answer will come to there searching little souls. The only answer is, stop before you go.