Every time I look in their eyes, I see pain. I see hopelessness. I see excuses. I see addiction. I see broken beer bottles and broken promises. I see empty baggies and empty words. I see crushed up little pills and crushed emotions. I see rolled up dollar bills and sweats and chills. I see powder, white powder, and all I hear is their voice getting louder, and louder, and **** it, it’s just too ******* loud and I see smoke in a cloud and their head's up there in it and they can’t, they won’t see, not even for a minute.