You are so young, my darling.
You have your life ahead of you
Why must you waste yourself so?
Nights spent drinking
The air heavy laden with cannabis
Oh, how I pity you.
You use and abuse yourself
I can feel the sorrow radiating off of you
I can hear the agony in your laughter
This may be why I even speak to you at all.
I lost countless hours of sleep,
crying over you.
But now..
My used to be friend,
Once you are out of sight, you are out of mind.
How I loathe the fact that you enjoy your depression.
I realized that I am not responsible for you.
You dared use your illness to manipulate me.  
You show up out of the blue, trying to talk to me.
Trying to be my friend
You have lost the one person that might have actually cared about you.