Dear... Drugs
The last time I saw my brother, I was 6. I remember a loving, funny brother who gave me piggy backs and a good laugh.
Now, my mind doesn't see the same person I once saw. I look into his eyes and I cant see my brother. I can only see what’s left of him. I can only see the memories of how he used to be.
With every relapse my hope for his future dwindles. My hope for you to free him from your endless cycle vanishes. I know that he will die young and it will be all your fault.
Why have you been so selfish to rob me of my own brother? Why do you keep making him break my heart? Why did you think it was okay to take him away from me?