Broken Glass and Drugs

Look at you, You Son of a Bitch!

No work, No family, No life.

With No money, No soul, no, not an inch.

Go Kill yourself! I would, if I had so much strife.

Do you remember the time,

When your life was devoid of this much pain?

A time of Love, A time of Joy,

Until you started to do cocaine.

What does it feel like now? Does it give you peace?

I bet it makes you happy!

Yeah right If it did give your grief some release,

You wouldn't be talking to me, cut all over and in your nappy.

They miss you, She is willing to take you back,

and the kids want to hug you like before.

But you are here, in some dingy shack,

Drawing lines and cutting yourself , wanting for more.

You are gone, you are lost,

There is no hope left in the world to make you reappear.

For why would you be hearing all of this, if you weren't lost that is,

From your bathroom mirror?

htnakirs