15 months wasted.
15 months clean and sober erased in one moment.
15 months of family and friends, school and normality, gone.
15 months and the needle is back in your arm as the lies spew from your mouth.
15 months later and my father is once again watching his son destroy himself.
15 months later and I hate him yet again.
15 months later and somehow I am surprised. I let myself believe that he would never use again.
15 months later, I’m sad and he’s high.
Here we go again.