I was at a crossroads:
Continue living this life,
depressed, miserable,
lying, and dying.
Or, come back home
start over, get sober,
and write every night.

Many won't understand
and claim I'm weak
But speak louder brethren:
You live in an apartment,
and can't come to grips
with the fact that you're
lost and scared to admit
drugs took you over
While you smoke cigs
and get high every day
waiting for the weekend
and a day off of work
to drink your pains away.

I love you, and when you love
something you truly do have
to let it go before its ruined.
I pray that you all turn around
and find something or someone
that makes you happy
Most importantly I hope
you find something to do
with your time better than
destroying your beautiful souls