Not because you got heroin, not because you sold all your suboxone for drugs before your refill, but because you tried to hide it from me.
I know, you piece of crap. How dare you say to text you so I don’t wake up as im sleeping next to you.
How dare you tell me you love me you liar. I can’t even stand the sound of you calling me doodle bear, something I used to love. I want to physically rip whatever you like about me out of my body.
I want to rip you out of my life. I can’t believe you would do this to me, and more so to yourself. You were so fucking close. You were SO CLOSE.
Your fucking appointment is on Tuesday. You’re not even sick anymore, why did you do it?
I hope you do get fucking sick and you fail your drug test and can’t get anymore suboxone and then you’ll be sitting there wishing you hadn’t screwed up because I’m going to call that shit hole of a drug dealer that gives you this crap and tell him I know his number, what car he drives, and where he lives. I’ll tell him that if he so much as offers you a slide of this crap that you’re letting ruin every good thing in your life, I’ll have the cops breaking down his door so fast his head will spin.
You fucking try me right now.1
I love you so much, I love you more than anything else in the world, but I’m not going to let you ruin my life like you did yours.
All I do is try to better you and help you escape these drugs, but I clearly haven’t the slightest impact on your life or the decisions you make.
I hope you miss me when I’m gone.
I hope it hurts you as much as you’re hurting me you lying shit.