The Weak Become Strong,

In the hereafter song.

Too many things I would like to have said,

Too many things left in my head.

Too many times lost in all.

Too many things to try and recall,

Emotions strong when it's all gone wrong.

The weak become strong,

in the hereafter song.

We were crying on the phone

Calling out for each others love

Trying to make you hold on because,

We knew it was all done and gone.

Everything had unraveled all wrong.

Nothing anyone could do it was all through,

No matter how much our love was true.

Thinking of all the yesterdays,

Wishing I could have made them stay.

Seeing how the future end's.

Wishing I could bring it back again.

Emotions strong when it's all gone wrong.

The weak become strong,

In the hereafter song.

All the story's untold,

As I watched you grow old.

All the times we had our hands to hold,

Before they finally turned cold.

All the time we kind of new disaster,

Was coming after you.

If we had it all to do again?

Would we choose the same end?

All the signs we chose to ignore

All the poisons you chose to endure

All the years we won't have anymore.

All the pain, we all have to endure.

Emotions strong when it's all gone wrong.

The weak become strong,

In the hereafter song.

Dad, I loved you, I miss you, it's been too long.

I never understood the attraction

To this foul rotted concoction.

I was never tempted to drink

But he was and he did so drink.

To make it worse he worked at a liquor store!

Upon returning home early one morning, banging on the door, he couldn't find his keys.

Drunk again, angry for no reason he beat me so bad

7mos pregnant, so much blood!

He thought I was dead, I couldn't talk or see

Now I have Epilepsy. All I did was open the door.

That's all I did to find myself on the floor.

She thought a few drinks

With her friends would be fun.

Vodka circled the group of teens.

A few rounds later, drunk she was.

What was fun, turned to a suicide attempt and a missing person case. 

She drunkenly said yes to sex.

Nearly was raped.

Depression overcame her.

On the floor she lay,

Crying.

Crying.

Crying.

Threats of killing herself.

Someone thought this was hilarious, and offered her his knife.

And she took it.

To get it out of her hands required some wrestling. 

We called for her parents,

and her mother came.

And so she lay in bed to sleep it off...

Or so her parents thought.

I really fucked up now. I can't turn back, were her thoughts soaked with Vodka.

Depression was winning, and its victory fed it to succeed more.

Why be here?

So she decided to end it.

She jumped out the window, without plans of opening her eyes again,

But remained conscious...

2 AM and the police and her friends are searching the town.

The nagging of her worrying friends fortunately brought her home.

To this day she refuses to admit to where she stayed.

Alcohol is her self harm.

And alcohol brought on this episode.

Don't let a drink make your decision to stay or to hide.

Don't let a drink make your decision to live or to die.  

A lost childhood it seems

The bottle took my dreams

I must be a bad father

He said no it doesn't matter

I've got a disease dad

I've taken all the dreams you had

Beaten down

I felt drowned

Finally I asked the hardest word

But would it be heard?

Help! I cried

The blindfold fell from my eyes

I wasn't alone

I found my home

We share together

Never saying never

We aren't bad parents wanting to be good

Just sick people taking off our hoods

Sharing our stories

Hearing another tell our own

We realized we aren't alone

When the long neck is tipped toward me 

Glass elegance 

A promise of conformity 

And acceptance 

I will say

No thank you 

It's not superiority 

I swear 

It's just that I have seen 

Secondhand 

The ripple effects of 

Too much to drink 

Dependency 

The consequence of 

Relying on 

A slurred high 

Until those long arms 

Reach out 

Pull down 

Everyone 

With you 

Unfailing 

Tear-streaked 

Every time 

In his coffee he pours

a ribbon of whiskey

and then he sits

and he sips

this bleak electricity of the morning

and drawing on a cigarette

his awful mind

afraid and away

he begins with a word

thrown on a chalkboard-

choices.

It may not seem bad,

But how bad is it really

When a daughter

Has to act like a mother?

When a mother begins to drink,

And the daughter has to take control,

Yelling at her own mother

To stop,

To sleep.

It may not seem bad,

But how bad is it really

When a daughter is afraid

Of her own parents?

When a daughter is afraid

Of being yelled at,

Of being abused

By her own parents.

It may not seem bad,

But how bad is it really

When a daughter's childhood

Is taken away by an addiction,

A drink?

When a daughter loses

Her hope,

Her happiness,

Her childhood.

How bad is it really?

At first,

Well I don't remember the first time,

I was young, we simply thought you were sick,

Then one time, I smelled something on your breath,

I thought it was a little wrong, a little off,

And yeah, I hated family dinners,

Because one glass of wine was fine, but three,

or more,

That's a different story.

Once things came to light,

I was filled with hope,

Then Thanksgiving came, I missed Christmas,

It was probably rough though,

Easter, while you barely showed up,

To your own family,

We love you though.

His endless heart is just drowning inside of himself. His greatness is struggling to swim ashore. But far stronger tidal waves of his intoxication overpower every shred through in through. Will he ever reach the surface of himself again? Or is he bound to his love for the fire till death do him part? It's the habit that is evil inside of him. Not the hand that can't set it down. His days now swallowed by 80 proof, his heart inebriated to no end. This is where true destruction lies. The bottle, the only thing that could've taken him from me.

Why must you come to me 

Drowning in your alcohol stained sorrows

It doesn't matter how much I try to be there for you

It is never enough I've run out of encouraging things to say

How many nights will I have to endure your suffering 

As you cause me my own watching my sister losing it all

I'm tired of seeing your tear filled eyes glossed over and rolling behind 

Drunken eyelids hearing you ask me for help 

I'm sorry sis I don't know how to help 

I wish I knew how to make all your pain go away

So you didn't feel like you need to drink 

But truth be told you'd find another reason to 

And a way to help wont work anyways 

Because you have to want to change 

Or you're never going to