He throws his life away
for weed
alcohol
and ecstasy
He says they make him feel
emotion
happiness
compassion
He is absolutely terrified
to let people in
to be himself
to love and be loved
He doesn't understand
his feelings
why he's here
what he really wants
What's more important though
is he doesn't realize so much more:
He can be happy
without the drugs
He can love and be loved
by letting people in
He knows exactly what he wants
but doesn't know how to get it
And how do I know this?
In a rare moment of sobriety,
He let me in
and I loved him for it
He actually told me
that I made him happier than he's ever been
And he confessed
wanting nothing more than to be cared about,
hating being a slave to substances
and craving ridding himself of this facade
