A Better Way

There is a darkness

That sits in the back of your mind.

We spent our youth creating futures

Where we both would have our time.

We were 15, so naive

And blinded by possibilities.

We used to feel so alive,

What dulled your shine?

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place.

The look inside your mother's eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch,

Waiting to die.

And at the bottom of every bottle

There is a silence,

Where you question

Your existence.

Denying the fact that maybe there is

More to life than this.

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place.

The look inside your mother's eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch,

Waiting to die.

And now the world

Will never know

The brother that I've

Grown to love.

And I blame myself

Cause I didn't realize,

The sadness that consumed

Was always hidden by your smile.

February 11th, the darkest day.

I hope your soul will rest easy,

And you're no longer in pain.

But there has got to be a better way

Then drowning in this hateful place.

The look inside your mothers eyes

When she found you blacked out on the couch,

Waiting to die.