You say you regret it all,

yet you refuse to make a change.

You say you fucked up

but you'll do it all over again.

You're wasting your life, can't you see?

A future with brain damage,

a missing kidney,

or nothing.

But, it is your choice

if you wish to be a hazard to others,

to yourself,

be my guest.

But when you do eventually fuck up,

don't expect me to be your shoulder to cry on

like I have

always

been.