Daddies Lil' Gurl Poem by Samantha Wheat

I can not help you if you do not want ot be helped.
I can help you.

You are at rock bottom.
I am not.

You have us but you can think of no one.

You will disintergrate.
I will rise!

Alcohol will be your Hell.
Mine is unknown?

Beer can be replaced.
You cannot.

I show you love,
and you show me nothing.

I have the capacity for love,
while your capacity for death has now been overbooked..........your cake.