your mind, dark
as jail cells where
the air smells like
6 years of self-destruction.
souless eyes, lost
like a family whom
know not when
they will ever see their son,
or brother, ever again.
plastered on each of our faces:
an inexpensive smile, cheap
as drugs, liquor, and
the excuse that it was
everyone else's fault-
you are an addict.
you are an addict, but
you're not a lost cause.
you're in luck, actually.
most people will spend their life
fighting against world, but
i believe, you
only have yourself to beat now.
