I wonder why I do this, As I take another hit.
I know that when I come down, My life will still be shit.
I feel it burning in my lungs, My eyes water like I cry.
I know that if I keep it up, I very well could die.
I've lost everything to this shit, My relationship, family, and weight.
I feel so out of control with this, I've lost reality, hope, and faith.
My mom cries when she sees me, But I don't seem to care.
I was once my brother's hero, But now I'm never there.
I'm losing everything so fast, Falling deeper in a hole.
I want so bad to be off this shit, It's getting harder to let go.
It's like when you get in this game, There's no getting out.
I feel so hopeless I take a hit, And slowly breathe it out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.