Family drama fucking sucks.
Knowing that you love someone, but that you can't help them because they are unwilling to help themselves sucks.
Really and truly realizing that the next time you see someone they will most likey be in a casket is more than I can even begin to express in words.
I have been taking care of my brother since I was 7 years old, and yet it was too late. So much damage had already been done. I want to keep taking care of him, but I can't. I want to fix him, but I can't. I'm dying inside and curses me and tells me that I am dead to him. I don't even know what I did. It's the fucking cocaine talking. He has become a vessel of hatred and violence and nothingness.
I offered to give him a place to stay and food to eat, but still I'm the bad guy. He choose ex-cons and drugs over me, over my dad, over our little brother, over his own self.
I just wish I could stop crying, stop caring, just forget.
Knowing that you love someone, but that you can't help them because they are unwilling to help themselves sucks.
Really and truly realizing that the next time you see someone they will most likey be in a casket is more than I can even begin to express in words.
I have been taking care of my brother since I was 7 years old, and yet it was too late. So much damage had already been done. I want to keep taking care of him, but I can't. I want to fix him, but I can't. I'm dying inside and curses me and tells me that I am dead to him. I don't even know what I did. It's the fucking cocaine talking. He has become a vessel of hatred and violence and nothingness.
I offered to give him a place to stay and food to eat, but still I'm the bad guy. He choose ex-cons and drugs over me, over my dad, over our little brother, over his own self.
I just wish I could stop crying, stop caring, just forget.
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It Is Kinda Like When Marccc And I Spilt. Sadness Became Overwhelming. SOme Things Are Just Not Meant To Be.