How are you just going to get up and leave like that?

You're only seventeen, what are you gonna do with yourself now?

You went from a child who tried in school to a girl smoking pot just to feel cool.

While everyone normally accepts weed, you went a step too far.

Brooke, you left the only family you have because they tried to protect you.

You left and now your engaged to a 22 or 23 year old man who is unsuccessful.

Just like you.

Sweetheart, you are never going to get where you want to with that addiction you've developed.

That coke, it isn't healthy and I'm sure your mind isn't seeing the effect that any drug has on you.

I wish you would look at yourself in a mirror every once in a while.

Maybe you'd see that girl that used to be so beautiful naturally.

That blonde hair, green eyed girl who I used  to think was my sister, and she wouldn't leave me.

You know, he left you.

In a fucking bathtub with the water running when you overdosed. 

Pain pills got you that time, didn't they?

Yeah, I've always known there would be a day.

You should've never walked away.


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