one after the other you sit
and you drink and drink trying
to drown your pathetic sorrows
away. I always found it funny
how you would be fine one moment
and smashed the very next.

It doesn't take a lot to
get you inebriated or lost
in the prison that is your mind
built by your own design and still
you get trapped. My god, how
much more stupid could you be?

They always say that you're
just human and I'm being too
******* you. They just don't
understand what it's like being
a kid watching brother **** himself.

You don't get what it's like
to be a child able to do nothing
when someone important is hurting
themself purposely night after
night just because daddy never gave
him things he asked for and mommy
was never home. I'm sorry, you don't.

At least when I grow up,
I'll be elegantly wasted unlike
you. I will be able to hold my
own and to know exactly when
I have gone far enough. Rather than
too far, the way you always do.

My heart goes out to you,
I hope you'll come back safe
again tonight. Though it does
no good, because any coming night
I know is going to be your last.

Why can't you be like mom,
like your friends? Why can't you
drink until you're numb instead
of dead? Why can't you be a lovely
intoxicated monster, because I can't
take the you that comes back acting
as if you're going to **** yourself.

Hunter, why can't you be like
us? Would it **** you to be
elegantly wasted instead of this?