Speak Up

I was 19 when i met my best friend 3 years we remained inseperable, he was always there good times and bad, he never seemed to want to disappoint me. one day standing in front of the mirror a stranger was watching me, i screamed and then it hit me it was only me. i quit that day, 5 years later and full of anger, frustration, @ tiredness my best friend snuck in on me, like i said always there lurking in my shadow. I'm an addict, my best friend and i never part. my family slowly drifts away, just like those so called good friends. obviously they were jealous of me and my new best friend, oh im sorry let me. you introduce you his name is meth and he's sneaky but he hasnt let me down, he's helped me lose my family, friends, respect and i'm sure to soon meet new friends in a cell, manufacturing and poss of firearm, wonder if he will stand by my side when i'm crying at night missing my family, my son, my life i once had.my best friend doesnt look so great now he lost his beauty when i lost mine, arebare you jealous of me and my friend , i gave him my whole life for never giving up on me, to bad i have nothing left to give just my life or well whats left.