Your stay in rehab is over.
Compared to the other stints, this six months was nothing.
At the tender age of nineteen,
Your life, as you know it, is ruined.
The drugs have permanently altered your mind.
your sense of self is lost, along with your dignity and heart.
Being yourself is no longer an option.
No matter how many treatments you complete,
In your head, you're still addicted.
You believe that you're supposed to have this disease.
You keep falling back on your old addictions,
Throwing caution to the wind,
Losing your inhibitions.
You're afraid to admit that you're afflicted,
With something so fixable and easily managed.
You complain about how bad it hurts,
The pain is so unbearable.
You need to get high in order to become numb.
You don't want to do it,
But, you have no choice.
The withdrawl symptoms are too harsh for your frail body to handle.
I almost feel sorry for you.
Almost.
Why have you done this to yourself?
This isn't you.
You say that, in the beginning, it was just for attention.
Now, it's a different story.
It's habit,
An obsession,
Your life.
How could you be so dumb?
You had everything that you ever wanted,
And you willingly gave it up.
And for what?
A needle in your arm?
Another night of hallucinations and sleeplessness?
You've really cheated yourself.
You're starting to think that there's only one way out.
But, don't you dare pull that trigger.
You got yourself into this.
Don't leave your life left unlived,
Not like this.
It isn't fair.
I'm done giving you sympathy.
It's too tiring taking care of you.
I need a break.
I'm quitting you.
 
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