Now you lay here alone. Aged by bad habits fueled by your lack of self worth... Stripped of your youth with those gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes... Stunningly jaundice and contently reeking of your own filth. Yet you regret nothing... And still disapprove of everyone and everything life ever offers you.
Anonymously Hal 
Very well written. Addiction to anything can be so frustrating for loved ones trying to help.
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Yes. It’s hard to watch…. And extremely frustrating.
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I know. 😒
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This spoke volumes to things in my life—hugs to you.
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Thank you ❤️❤️ Happy to make connections 😊
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You’re welcome. And happy to make connections as well❤️
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A poem for you dear Hal.
“Once I wanted everything,
once I had enough.
Once the kisses were so damn sweet,
now they burn my dying soul.
Once a beautiful flower loved me so.
Now I am in the Winter of my life.
I dream of the Spring flowers now”
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🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 That’s beautiful! Love this!! Thank you!
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You are welcome dear poet.
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