GOODBYE SWEET FRIEND
(((Dear reader, this is a made up scenario. It’s the only way I can grieve for a friend who is in drug use and suicidal thoughts. Much like in the movie Scrooge perhaps the scenario played out to its probable conclusion might be enough of a jolt into reality to make anyone with these thoughts not use a permanent solution to a temporary problem. As long as you are alive, problems are only temporary, and everything can be either fixed or lived with . The use of drugs is not a fix it’s a death sentence. Drugs create a rat maze in your mind that you can’t find your way out of unless you quit.)))
Goodbye sweet friend
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Each time I see the word
it makes me want to cry.
You are young and I am old
You treat your life like trash
I treat my life like gold
I cried so many tears
but I feel just like an ass.
Your slow mo suicide
didn’t waylay my fears,
but this old man,
would’ve been your slave,
through anything, I would not cave
but now I stand crying
over your lonesome grave.
There is still the time you need
to fix the wounds that make you bleed
Signed
Your loving friend
through thick and thin
who really wants to see you win
