# Heckle tweak Author: Cris_Fireheart Tags: Alcohol, Depression, Drugs, reality #26 of Poetry, both old and new An ode to my friend, who is probably trying to kill me right now... he's out of his skull, but I still love the guy. I actually hope he'll get picked up by the cops. I'm so fucked, aren't I? Ima smirk. This is my world, this is where it hurts. And it doesn't hurt good... I already told you... I don't need that around me.  If you hear voices,  They're your own.  Don't let the sound Hold me down. Left alone... I'm not against you; Nobody is! But the meth... You feel all of this... A childhood friend,  Never forget that! You're still my boy...  I won't regret that.  Give you a year,  And you're fine! Back to the old Friend of mine... Then, something dramatic! It hits like static; Are you There,  man? Am I alone? "YOU TRIED TO SET ME UP!" Dude, calm down,  Let's fill your cup.  I'll help you up.  "You're part of the  Whole thing against me!" Dude, no I'm not! You can't remember? I'll stand by you , Till one of us Gets got.  That's My promise. Forever.  Don't look away! Calm down, We've still got Plenty of days... But I still miss when We could play,  And nobody would Send us away... Source: https://sofurry.com/s/ynZP9yke Part of the series Poetry, both old and new Previous: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2090089-pot-city.md Next: https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2100464-texas-blues-the-wanderer.md