Your Beloved Child

Don't forget to take your meds,
they're what's keeping you alive now days;
And don't think I can't smell your breath
or the bottle you hold so close to your chest
or the anger that burns in your eyes
when you begin to realize
that the power of the needle is wearing off again

Your mouth slurs out spits of anger
at the ones who love you the most,
but your heart is so hard now,
so, tell me, what went wrong?

This dark night makes it so much easier to see the smoke that engulfs your head
circling around you.
You breathe.
And the fire burning in your throat is still no match for the fire that burns in your soul..
burning for something more satisfying than the remains of the liquid in your red dixie cup

I know it's hard when you've got no answers,
and your life is slipping away through the cracks in your hands,
and you have no choice but to sit there and watch
while it seems like no one else gives a damn..
But just remember how we felt the day you had a choice between us and the bottle you were holding,
and how you walked away with what was in your hand.