Uncle Robert

I don't know the extent of your sickness Your addiction All I hear is tidbits Of the hush hush Whispers Around the house Needles Drugs Rehab Are common words Too common He hasn't eaten for days He needs help Are familiar too Too familiar You're like a ghost in the house Taboo A four letter word They think I don't know To an extent I don't I'm scared to know how bad it really is I remember being with you The good times Rare now Since your door is closed And locked With a note taped on it Stating that you're sick But you are not gonna get help And that if someone doesn't like that Tough luck Well guess what I don't like it I know you need help Everyone who whispers knows you do You know you do Yet you're hiding From your addiction From the whispers From the truth As I listen And stare at the note On your door All I can think is Get better For me And I can almost hear your voice in the back of my head Saying "Tough luck"