Your hair looks gross.

Your face looks pale.

Your teeth are gone.

Your clothes are stale.

You hide in your room.

You lock the door.

All you can think about,

Is when you’ll get more.

You take your foil.

Take your lighter.

Its funny at one time,

I thought you were a fighter.

Finally the door opens,

you come out of your room.

You missed most of the day.

But its still afternoon.

I see this ghost like person

When I turn to look at you.

All you’ve becomeIs someone I once knew.

Your eyes are lazy

Your face is broke out.

Your outfit is crazy.

Your body is stout.

I’m ten years old.

And I live in the depth.

Of a persons life,

That revolves around meth.

I try to take care of you

But you’ve faded away

To someone who just

wakes up everyday.

But soon I’m sure,

not even that will be true.

So for now at the most,

All I can do is love you.