And yet here I am

I think this is the most appropriate thread.....drugs.....the start the middle and no doubt the end, although still yet to have such.

We met because of his drug struggle to find myself to share his drug struggle to be left and him still struggle and only more so.

Perhaps he never loved the one he could hurt that spitting out after chewing up merely covers the betrayal, exposure, danger and battle that found me. Still I worry for him though; excusing what I knew he struggled with thus finding only to fall for someone whom may not have wanted to catch me as I did him

He's in gaol

Again

So much changes .... Yet does it

Why do I hold onto someone who I never should have held and who can throw me away when I only shed blood. Literally.

Why do I care.

He only has me yet uses me up to move on and leave me for anyone that is not the dirt he sees me as. I see me as