Everyone Dies.
This I know, Cause the Bible tells me so.

But what the Bible never told me is that one day my sister can die of cancer.
All because of this silly addiction, her need for the simple roll of tobacco.
When she eagerly inhales for her fix of nicotine, I look away.
I know that as that rancid smoke travels into her lungs it tears her insides up.
It kills me inside when she grabs her pack and says she'll be outside, smoking her life away.
Though what hurts the most is that she knows what she is doing,
and won't stop.
Not even for me.


But what the Bible never told me is that my mother is an alcoholic.
Seems like she's always thirsty for something stronger than water.
"Just one more, just one more," she slurs.
But one more is five too much, is all I want to say, but I don't.
Because I know if I say the truth she'll throw a fit, and we'll have to call 911 again.
She says she deserves a night off, a night to lay back.
But that night comes to often, and no one deserves that.
Though what hurts the most is that she knows what she is doing,
and won't stop.
Not even for me.


But what the Bible never told me is that I'm an over eater.
This love of eating, stuffing any thing into my mouth.
I used to blame it on the way I was raised, an unhealthy life style.
My father used to tell me to eat everything on my plate, that I had to grow and be strong.
Then I started to eat more than what was on my plate, and started to grow fat.
And what I know now is that it is all my fault, that I can stop any time I want.
Though what hurts the most is that I know what I'm doing ,
and won't stop.
Not even for myself.


Everyone Dies.
This I know, Cause the Bible tells me so.


Though It never told me that we would die sooner than meant, for reasons we could control.
That we would die from our own form suicide.
But then again, Everyone Dies.