Two

I struggled 

I drank, I cut, I had no will to live 

I over came but did the others? 

 

One drinks

He says one more

He says he won’t drive 

He says I promise 

But everyone lies..

 

The other hits hard when it comes to her mind

Overthinking all the time

Can’t ever stay focused 

No will to live

 

To both, 

I know life is difficult 

However, alcohol, pills, cutting

None of this is the answer

 

As time passes and you’re doing fine

You look down

You see those same marks and scars that have been there for years

It urges you.

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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