To My Addict Cousin

Mackenzie,

drugs are what we think gets us by

but we know in reality, they only get
us high.

make us feel good for a an hour or two

until they wear off and our lives turn
blue

we do them to forget about about the
bad

we do them to keep us from being sad

quitting is not easy and its sure not
fun,

especially when we wish our lives are
done.

We tell ourselves “one last time”

until we end up in jail for some petty
crime.

They ruin our lives and hurt those we
care about

kill us inside, so we scream and shout.

Try to be sober, we put up a good fight

blind us to whats really going on we
lose our sight.

We think they will help us with our
pain,

but depression and anxiety is what we
gain.

We try to stop and we try to quit,

when we realize our lives went to shit.

Its not our fault, we blame everyone
else for what we do

deep inside we know whats really true.

Until death do us part the story goes

our family and friends can throw us
down a rose

cause death is where this life is going

our time is declining, its not growing

we have a choice that's ours to make

sing with the angels, or end up in the
fiery lake.

Stopping is our only option, if we want
to avoid death

I don't wanna be high when I take my
last breath.

Spend your last days wasted away

or get on our knees and to god we pray

we don't have the answers, we don't
don't know whats to come

but we must try to not end up a bum.

I'm ready to give in, to give it my
best

before my family has to put me to rest.

You can join me, or you can start
pushing your first daisy

being sober sounds absurd, it sounds
crazy.