My Brother
I constantly worry about you.
You seriously scare me and that's the truth.
You are always high or fucked up on something.
I'm scared of what you life is becoming.
You choose weed and pills over living a true life.
I watch you slowly harm your body and it causes me pain and strife.
You are my brother and I love you so much.
I am beginning to realize my love is not enough.
Its hard to watch you, my brother live this way.
I have told you over and over how I feel, and that's all I know to say.
You insist on acting like our mother.
It breaks my heart and almost makes me smother.
You are following in her footsteps every day.
I have tried for years to lead you another way.
I can never have a normal conversation with you.
When you call you always say "man I'm threw".
That means you are gone, high as the sky.
I will talk to you every time, but deep inside I really want to cry.
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