moreso mad at myself.
i should know better,
but i continue to play myself.
i use to see the truth in everyone,
but i put that to the side to see the good.
well when it comes to mi,
i’m realllllllly good…
for a whole week,
i was thinking about her issues.
the shock turned to sadness.
i hoped she would making a change for a better.
what’s lower than what she has been through recently?
she made all these promises for a new life ahead.
she even sent me a picture from the shelter she is in.
i had to ask myself:
Ruining relationships with the ones you love lead to this
it looked as horrid as i would imagine.
no more than 24 hours after getting released,
she puts up a video of her drinking with some hyena she knows
she was under strict rules to not drink or smoke.
i’ve come to realize she is an addict.
this is not the little cub that had such a bright future.
i don’t know where it all went wrong,
but this is the reality of that situation.
so i’m washing my paws from that entire situation.
you seriously cannot help anyone who doesn’t want to be helped.
it hurts when i see someone tail spinning out of control and can’t help.
these are her choices and the life she feels is best.
i’ve come to peace that if i hear that she dies,
i’ve accepted it.