Stop telling me that one day I'll end up like you.

27, trapped in a dysfunctional relationship.
23, no job or schooling.
25, hating the life you wake up to.
51, asking where the **** did my life go to?
52, resentful of everyone and everything.

An alcoholic like your grandmother,
a dropout like your brother,
a burnout like your mother,
a **** up like you always would be.
Always will be.
As if it's my ******* destiny
That's the way you make it seem to me.
I'm tired and I just want to sleep,
but I hear my potential futures in the other room... Screaming at each other with slurred words....
Making no ******* sense.
Why do u think I leave when the bottles arrive?
Because the other side of you that you keep locked inside,
comes outside....
I don't like that side.
So I'll leave until the real you arrives.
Please just be safe for me in the meantime.....

You make me feel like I'm sinking...
Drowning in these pent up emotions.
I would love to show you how amazing you are
   if you'd only teach me how to swim...
Yet you can't swim yourself.
While I'm catching my breath,
you're sinking to the bottom.
I want you to break the surface with me.
Take my hand and ill show you the sun.
Don't loose sight of the sky...
because I may never find you if you do.

                          ...Ill be waiting for you at the shoreline...