Treasure Island

krystal vincent

(6/29/91 / fort worth texas, terrant county)

The worst thing is


The worst thing is
I cry
I cant help him
I cant make him stop
I cant fix it
I'm in love with him
hes on drugs again
hes sleeping with prostitutes
I would do anything for him
I wish i could make it better
I cant
I cant help him
I cant make him stop
I cant fix it
hes on drugs again
hes sleeping with prostitutes
my heart breaks
I thought me and the kids would help him
the saddest thing is we can't change him
hes addicted
I cry again
God please help me
God please help him
I dont know what to do anymore
I cant help him
you can
please save him oh God
from the life hes living
so he can home to his family
so we can live happily.
God I cry
my hearts broken
please hear me
please bring him home
thats where he belongs.

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014

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