She started asking me to drive her to some girls house out past the whataburger on hw 76
I asked why and she said it was for some medicine that helps the pain.
And maybe it was my fault for believing her
Because in the end the sickness kept getting worse.
She started sleeping for days and her eyes resembled sea glass.
She would be nodded out in my back seat.
And we just worried how long she had until it was too much.
The sickness haunted her every moment and we tried to help.
And the funniest part was that I was her ride to her dealers house.
I stopped driving her places after that.
Anger spliced her open and I watched gasoline pour out.
We caught fire and the home we'd built together went up in flames too.
The drugs made her change in ways she couldn't see.
She was sicker than ever and I promised I'd take her to rehab.
But i refused to drive her anywhere else in fear someone would meet her there.
She exploded and lost herself in the want.
It was never about the rides, my friend.
It was about the overdose.
I want to help you but I know I was enabling you.
I cannot help you hurt yourself again.
Please don't make this harder for me than it needs to be.
But this shit is changing you.
I'm watching you become exactly the person you used to despise.
Sometimes there's a moment of clarity and i catch a glimpse of her in the smog.
And I sob wishing I could fish her out from this fucking ocean shes drowning in.
She lied about bringing heroin in my car when i asked her not to.
I cannot risk my family's safety and my job because of you.
I'm thinking about you all day, worrying about you.
And you still think you're alone.
But she loves heroin more.