Sobriety is a part of me, along with depression and anxiety.
So many ask how I ever have any fun without a drink or two,
And I reply, “what’s it to you?”
But what I would really like to say is that I don’t want to end up like the others.
Dead in a ditch with my father cradling my head.
Screaming at my wife while my son sits at the door to keep her from leaving.
It’s to prevent the grieving.
I’m better than a crutch to keep my feet from faltering and my head from caving in.
Addiction has already stripped my life bare, I won’t let it touch my body.
I’ve seen great men do terrible things, felt fear for those around them.
I won’t be apart of a world that wants to kill me off.
I’m not a sheep, a lemming, or a walking billboard and although we are not seen, the straight edge youth cannot be ignored.
I won’t shove it down your throat while you stuff it in your nose, but I will tell you that I know where your money goes.
To an institution set up for you and I but they will rob you blind.
Take your life for a crime that they set up and say they are just trying to help, they are just cleaning up the streets.
But this mess is on their hands, you are living on their terms, you are subject to their demands.
Don’t become another dead beat dad, don’t give your children a reason to be afraid to come home.
Don’t be another sadistic and twisted fucked up statistic.
You don’t have to be a mathematician to understand the answers and solutions to their addition.
One man plus one addiction equals a life half lived in poor condition.
So you ask me how I have fun while everyone is drunk and I’m not. I don’t.
I see a boy who will become a broken man.
A girl who will grow up to hold a can on the side of the road asking for handouts to fuel a habit that has become less of a habit and more of a necessity
To quiet the whispers that scream in her head, you’re a failure.
Honest people become honestly lost on a path unknown to them.
I can’t be that. I won’t be that.
I can’t tell you how to love your life but I can ask that you think about where your money goes.
