Dear Heroin,
You’re pretty selfish, you know that? I’d like to think you do nothing but take, but there is something you give. You give heartache.
You’ve taken people I care about. You’ve taken many small town’s sense of comfort. And sadly, when you take people, at this point it doesn’t even surprise me. Which is truly disturbing.
What’s even worse it that not enough of an uproar is made about you.
You deserve news coverage, but when you take a life it’s look at as another dumb kid made a stupid decision.
The blame isn’t even put on you. The blame is put on marijuana for being a “gateway drug???.
The blame isn’t put on the fact that you give a feeling like no other. Maybe you like the fact that someone will put you before anything else.
Friends, family, a relationship. The fact that a guy will choose you over a girl that would’ve died for him. You make him willing to die for you instead.
Someone who was once the life of the party ends up dying in a hospital bed after an overdose, while a girl who loved him more than anything holds his hand.
And then this girl is left alone in a cold room and expected to continue on? Pretty twisted.
I hope you know that one day no one’s going to give a fuck about you anymore. No one’s going to ask for you.
No one’s going to talk about you. And if they do, they’ll talk about you as a pathetic thing of the past that people were finally done giving a shit about.
Sincerely,
A girl from a small town that’s done attending funerals due to your bullshit.
