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....

This poem is about: 
My family

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