Dear, Domonique

I know that you think you have nothing left to live for because you lost so much, but little do you know you've gained more then you think. I watched you struggle and even watched you hang with the wrong people. But I'm no ware near perfect and even I'm fighting my own demons. The worst part is when you feel alone in a room full of people... now tell me isn't that just worse then dying? 

But I completely understand, and I  know you've heard that before and I bet you thought that if you turned to God that you'll be saved because that's what you were taught at AA. The thing is you have to believe in yourself and not just God. Pray to whoever you want, and keep on going. The scars are only reminders that you fought, lost, but found yourself.

We're all addicted to something, and nobody is meant to be perfect. I know that you think I'm perfect but I'm not. I  just choose to cover up whatever the naked eye can't see. Accecpt when  I write poetry.. because for once I feel free. I longer care if  I  misspelled a word or two, because my words set me free.

In time we all heal and you can pray to whoever you want too and we call it a day. Simple to say but sometimes hard to do.

I know that you think you have nothing left to live for because you lost so much, but little do you know you've gained more then you think. I think you're slowly finding  your self while others are still trying to look for themselves.

I hope this poem has helped you find you're purpose and if it hasn't then read it again and maybe I'll find mine too.......