I feel haunted by the memory of you telling me you don't want to die from drinking. The pain I could see in your eyes is forever etched in my brain. I can still feel the anxiety from when you walked out on me and I found you stumbling in the street by my car. I don't need another friend dying from some Humpty Dumpty bullshit. How could you tell me that I saved your life? Don't make me your hero.
















