I hurt because I failed you. I tried to get you help from your addictions. I gave up at some point because I felt like I was beating my head against a wall each time I spoke to you. Each time I pleaded with you I felt like I was crying out to no one. You where gone long before you died. I wanted you back. I still want you back. I feel guilty because I stopped trying. But I am giving that to you now. I tried. I loved. I am done.