I'm writing this here, short and sweet.

I miss my boys. I miss them so bad. It's killing me. "My scars remind me that the past is real." And reality is that I lost them.

It was because of you A. I tried so hard to ****ing help you. Before it got out of control.

"I tried to help you once
Against my own advice
I saw you going down
But you never realized
That your drowning in the water
So I offered you my hand"

Papa Roach, 'Scars'.