Future Counselors of America
I’ve seen the promising become promise-less, helpless, useless
A straight A student taking a straight edge razor to prescription pills
To heal the hell until she fell
Drowning neck high in alcohol
A mess she confessed, guilty of needing help
Pleading to get back on track
But with one crack, a smack
Of the gavel her fate is sealed
Guilty- one judge, one chance at rehab and perhaps a new stance, a new chance
Instead, in chains, constrained like a murderer
When all she killed was the future her
Carted down the corridor like the prisoner she was inside of her
How’d she get here, trembling in fear – detox near, till you hear “All Clear”
SLAM, all doors closed behind
Too often I’ve seen the promising become the promise-less, helpless, useless.
When is it up to us for them to trust that help is there screaming loud and clear
It’s ok to come here, have no fear dear. We’ll get through this peer to peer
A mistake should not take, make and create your fate
All too often I’ve seen the promising become the promise-less, helpless, useless like me
A mistake should not take! I commiserate, lets recreate and take back your fate.
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