Empty Sorrow, Dreary Tomorrow
Filled with empty sorrow
He dreads what’s to come tomorrow.
A smile on his face
You may think he’s happy but that’s not the case
He’s trapped in a room with no color
He doesn’t see why he should bother.
His family tries to intervene
But it’s not as easy as it seems.
A needle in hand he strikes another vein
It erases all of his unresolved pain.
His little brother and sister sit here and wonder
What’d it be like to have a clean brother
Copyright © Amy Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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