Everything is painful
Everything is perpetual
Everything ends in death
Will I become what i fear
Could I love a man like my father
It was dark
There was blood
Yet there were no casualties
The fear from the events lingered
He lit a single cigarette
His drink spiked with Jack like poison
He stumbles
I grab a hold of him
"Stop!" I cry
But my sobs are stifled
"No, I either drink that now
Or shots of tequila later"
"Fine! Have half you drink
But promise me that you'll stop"
I walk away and lit up a single cigarette
Wishing he would stop
Wishing he could cope without substances
Wishing I could cope without substance or self mutilation,
But i couldn't cope without any of it,
I couldn't help him
