Guzzle, guzzle, drip, crash. On my face I feel a splash. The sound comes from her bedroom door.
My tears like her bottle fall to the floor.
I know what has happened. I have no doubt.
I open the door to find her passed out.
My head fills with screams. I hate her like this!
I mourn for the figure that I've come to miss.
I open my eyes rembering those days.
She's still the same, but I've changed my ways.
My family's grown closer, and I have grown stronger.
The past is the past, I can wait any longer.
I've let it all go. It's so liberating.
And if she gets sober, that's great! I'll be waiting.
Though that time is not now. I have dreams to achieve.
My success will be great. It's time to BELIEVE.
