A poem about dealing with friends with addiction |
That concoction in your hand That you always choose to slam May take your confusion for a moment in time But you have no idea what your emotions do to mine Beautiful you are and I once had some envy Then we because best friends you and me I blame myself for not seeing it consume you Although it has control you swear you choose to Confused and rude you become As you stubble around and swear it’s fun Angry and hateful that look in your eye As you misplace your problems and tell me to die Call me your mother because I won’t drink And tell me you can’t process why you continue to sink You tell me you can’t stand this, cant take anymore And I think to myself how much more I’ll endure How many insults and alcohol induced outburst Before it consumes me this anger and hurt I'm reaching out and continue to get through You apologize and swear but your honesty is a grey hue It’s as blurry as your blackouts, confusing as the aftermath I try to believe you and cry inside while I nervously laugh Nervous you see I'm past my own line I can see but you ignore the sign The sign screaming your at a dead end And the fact that we can’t go back and mend I hope you soon gain back some control And realize what I already know You have a huge problem it’s bigger then you The bottle is little your intake not new Im trying to stand by you as you push me away Please help yourself soon if not today Because Im past my line And holding a farewell sign Because your promises have become empty Like the bottle in your hand yet you still don't see |