That Day
I know you know better.
You were warped into this tangled mess
of lies.
You were better before the drugs.
Before the drinking.
Before Her.
The pain is comprehendable but
Is drugs and alcohol the way to go?
Does making your sister cry make it all go
away?
Does knowing you cause to pain to all of those
You love bring happiness.
Pain is temporary.
It will go away.
This will all be over, but
its your choice whether
to be alive to see that day come....
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