Can you cope?

Lie after lie, your head must be a fucking spinning.

Are you even able to grasp onto this reality?

Desperation so vividly evident, your fear kicks in and takes control.

Screaming to yourself, I did it again.

Constantly trying to keep up this façade.

You just throw on another mask.

Trying to bury all the mountains of pain, guilt and shame.

Does it make you feel better screaming your deflections upon me?

How many times can I apologize for the past to make you feel better deep down and still have to take all accountability?

I’m done with the lies; you want the truth you’ve got it.

Open your eyes, you’re ducking and dodging the choices you made everytime they come to haunt you.

My hand has always been reaching out, wanting to show you a better way of life.

There’s only one question you must honestly ask:

Can you lay off the dope, and find a better way to cope?