The last time I saw you, you could barely speak, pale faced in a cold sweat, eyes glazed over on Brighton beach.
You said: "its been so long".
It seems to me that the brightest were built to fall and rot away.
Forget about those friends who cared so much because they're not coming back to pull you out.
You're rotting away, unloved and alone.
You're so lost within yourself.
So far, you've only made things worse, and I know what it's like because I've been there before: forcing smiles in slurred conversation as their faces turn so bitter and cold.
They gave up on you. You gave up on yourself.
The brightest light barely glows in the dark. You used to have everything and now you're all alone.
So far, you've only made things worse.