For You, My Friend

A poem I wrote for a friend that I'm concerned about

Take that needle out of your arm,
All that shit will do is harm
To you and everything you love –
So please just stop and rise above.

I don’t know what more I can say,
You don’t need to do it this way.
There is so much more than this –
So many better forms of bliss.

Please, my friend, just hear me out,
That shit is not what life’s about.
Just hold my hand through the bumpy ride –
And I’ll be there, right by your side.