Recycled Demons

By , Miller Place, NY
I’ve noticed your hands shake
I’ve seen how you have let this own you
How alcohol now defines you
It scares me, to watch you

Your anxiety heightens
Between binges
You can’t relax
Without drink in hand

I’ve put you to bed
Before I go to school
Cleaned up your vodka
Recycled your demons

Pray that I won’t be you
Pray you won’t have kids
Pray someone can fix you

God knows I’ve tried





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